Your Structure Is No Structure

I told Ryan today that I can't stand not having structure. It used to be that I had a very routine life. I got up, went to work, came home, ate dinner, went for a walk, watched some TV and went to bed. Then we got married and we did those things together. Then we had Miles and we worked hard on him having a schedule so he and we both could benefit from a routine together that left us all rested and feeling good. Then we had Asher. The end of structure. He cried and cried and we couldn't even figure out when to eat or how to give Miles a bath. He's not crying all the time anymore, but he still has a lot of difficulty sleeping. He catnaps throughout the day and frequently wakes up in the night. Don't get me wrong, this boy is SO loveable, we couldn't possibly resent his wakefulness. He can't help it that he's uncomfortable. I just really miss structure. Ryan reminded me again that it's only for a season. He said "your structure right now is no structure." Once again I find I need to take a deep breath and come to a place of acceptance. I'll try to believe that it's okay to be in my pj's long past nap-time and to shower every third day. And someday we'll pull it together around here.
It's Asher's "big day" at church on Sunday. We'll make a commitment to teach Him about God. We'll pray for him with the church and lots of family and friends. When Miles was four months old we did the same thing. Only when the pastor raised Miles high in the air for all to see, he accidentally called him Desmond. It was so funny. We'll never forget it, that's for sure. We still call him Desmond every now and again for kicks.