tired mama

 The kids had a strep infection in March, which I did not realize at the time was strep and therefore did not treat, and it broke their sleep. We are now in the middle of May and R(7) who used to sleep through the night is still waking up nightly needing an adult, and A(9) has levels of anxiety I had not realized were possible given how high his anxiety already had been. So I have been hyper focused on getting all the supplements and probiotics into him, and it is a big job. 

Meanwhile I learned that the likely reason I am so tired and bloated and grumpy is that my leptin is high. So that is another job. On top of my 3 days a week actual job where I have to actually work. I am exhausted.

Today I had hypnotherapy, which I did not find as impactful as other times, and then on my way home I picked up some groceries and stopped at a Salvos to see if they have a bedside lamp for me (nope) and then Cetnaj to see if they sell a red incandescent bulb (nope). Then I came home. I had swede slices with organic chicken pate and then goat cheese with quince paste. And I looked on Instagram for ideas about bringing down leptin and remembered, vagus nerve! And I busted out the ole Tens machine and figured out how to change the settings to the correct settings (I was doing it wrong all that time ago!) and then I did some vagus nerve stimulation :)

And now, my kids are on their way home. Blessedly. I'm going to go outside for a bit while they get here and get some sunlight and grounding.

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