the nights of kenzie

confession.

The title you wonder? Well let's just say I found a new side of me the last couple of nights at 3 am. I have a child- a daughter of 10 months. A slight grin I'm sure on the face of any mother who is reading this.

During the day I function great with Pat-a-Cakes and bananas smeared into the wall. I actually laugh at cute moments and enjoy story time. Yet when Kenzie's crying wakes me up at 1 am then 3 am then 5 am, my dark side comes out of the most hidden places and begins to surface and suddenly I just want to punch a hole through the wall. Who am I? Who in the heck am I?


The nights of Kenzie have forced me to explore hidden energy that scares my husband to death. Ok, so given the opportunity to express this in writing has lead to some exaggeration I believe- but I honestly think my husband would support the contrary. I distinctively remember his early morning words, "Who are you and what did you do with my wife?"

In summary, I feel there is room to grow and there is room to explore why I react the way I do in certain situations; being tired, hungry, irritated or not. Sleep deprivation however confirms the doctrine of the proximity of the body and spirit here on earth and if one part isn't properly treated the other suffers.

So I begin this blog in hopes of a small therapeutic release- and also because I think it is just plain fun to have a blog and allow others who know me to read up on what's going on in my life. I write about my night episodes with Mckenzie mainly because it's on my mind --that and my lost diaper bag and wallet wherever they may be...