Rest

I love my bed.

No really I loveeeee my bed. There is something so safe about it, crawling into the covers, laying in the dip that perfect fits. Ah, bed. 

I don't spend enough time in bed, in that comfort. Going to bed has become something that is more of a drive by snooze, then a recharging rest. Every night, as we are putting the boys to bed I think, I'm going to go crawl into bed too. But then I never do, there are dishes that still need to be done, orders to be shipped out, one more tweek on the website, one more email to answer, one more something.... 

Here's my thought. Is the one more worth it? Yes dishes need done, emails answered, orders shipped, but honestly does it have to happen right now? 

Are we addicted to being busy?

Do we wear our sleep deprivation as a badge of honor? 

I think we kind of do. 

We talk about rest, but treat it as a hassle, then wonder why we down 5 cups of coffee a day and can't seem to think clearly. Now I'm not saying to be lazy, or that some seasons are just crazy and hectic. I have a 2 month old (excuse me while I cry, she's getting so big!) a 1 year old and 3 year old that both are about to have birthdays. Oh and we run a business out of our home, and my husband works full time outside of the house. There is never enough time, coffee, money, etc. Life is straight up crazy right now. But can it be crazy and still have periods of rest? 

Can we afford to not rest? 

I know that rest does not mean sleep, that rest can mean different things to different people. Rest isn't the same for all. So I wonder, what is my rest?