Too tired, too late

I wrote this post at 12:15pm on Saturday afternoon, not just before midnight as the post will be marked. It is because this is the Friday post, written on Saturday. We had a long week, so long in fact my wife pointed out to me that I couldn’t stay awake after dinner at least two nights this week. But Friday night was good for us because we were looking forward to having a good friend over for dinner.


Pork loin, stuffed with apples, wrapped in prosciutto, rolled into a puff pastry. Yeah, it’s good.

We invited our friend Jared over for dinner and a few drinks, and we were looking forward to it. We love to host people in our home, but we have not been able to do so often. In fact, I took the opportunity to make something that I have not had any excuse to make, Alton Brown’s Pork Wellington. I love trying new things, but that is not a regular weeknight dinner for two.

The dinner was great. we served out favorite brussel sprouts dish and garlic cheese mashed potatoes. Then we had Lindsey’s killer Guinness brownies. It was an amazing dinner, and we had an even better time talking to and catching up with Jared.

When the evening was over Lindsey and I got into bed, I pulled out the laptop to blog. She was asleep in 30 seconds, and I was only about a minute behind.

We’re still learning how to balance the early mornings, jobs, and time together in the evening. Honestly, I’ve been getting less sleep because I am trying to do too much in a day. Lindsey has to get her sleep and she has been forgoing some things she needs to get done because she needs the sleep. It’s been a great and crazy year, but just so full.

We’re getting better at it. This school year is better than last, and next year will be even better. I think it just takes time.


I’m running on empty today. I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes trying to decide what to write about, and ultimately I decided anything else would be a lie.

I’m exhausted, I’ve been up since 5am, and Lindsey is in the same shape. Well, maybe better because she is asleep right now. I had a full, but not fully productive day at work. I was so tired after work I could not stay awake. The nap didn’t help either.

It’s not just physical exhaustion. There has been so much going on, and so many things that we’ve been doing that I just feel wiped out. And it’s only Tuesday.

The good news is that we are not snapping at each other or picking little meaningless fights like we sometimes do when we are so tired. We’re not perfect, but I think we are learning to lean on each other well. It seems like that is a very important lesson for us to learn.

So I leave it here, so I can crawl off to bed.

Oh, and honestly, prayers for strength and perseverance are appreciated. We can use them.

Sleep schedules

Lindsey and I are wired very differently when it comes to sleep. In fact, I am laying in bed, in the dark, next to my sleeping wife. She’s been asleep for hours.

I want to go to sleep when she does, I really do. When I have managed to get on, and stay on, her schedule it works out really well. But then the smallest thing– a late night of work, studying, etc.– and I am knocked right out of it. Plus, I don’t think Lindsey gets a good night’s sleep if I am up and making noise or crawling into bed late.

So, night owls and those married to night owls, any thoughts you’d like to share? Any good advice? I could use it.

It’s still light out

I came home tonight and crashed on the couch. Literally. Brian made me wake up long enough to pick something from a take-out menu on his phone.

When he woke me up a second time, he was coming in the house with take-out. We watched ‘Good Eats’ while devouring our own. With big fat bellies, we both started to sink into the couch. I insisted we both go upstairs.

I had this great moment tonight. I was in the middle of this tremendous yawn and thinking bed soon. Brian was lightly snoring beside me. I was thinking through the evening tasks when I glanced at the clock. It read 7:30pm.

I laughed aloud.

7:30pm. That’s a dinner time. That’s a date time. That’s not a bed time.

But, the fact is– here we are in bed. Two young married people in bed by 7:30pm. It’s a true story.

I told my mom today on the phone that it’s been wild lately. She laughed when I said that sometimes Brian grabs me while we’re walking past each other to tell me that he loves me and I’m special. Tuesday night at our missional community group it felt strange and exciting to sit next to my husband, since it had been so long since we had done that.

But I’m next to him now. There’s no late project tonight for him. No lesson to prepare for me. Instead, we are in bed together at 7:30, one lightly snoring. And I’m envious of the one lightly snoring, because I’d like to be. And there’s something romantic about snoring next to my husband when it’s still light outside. That, or we’re both so entirely overworked that perspective is skewed. Either way, I’m getting some sleep tonight.