Night Crawlers

This is a story based on our experiences of getting our little ones to sleep… neither of them slept through the night for 13 months, and so sleep was a precious commodity in our house for about 3 years.

With pacies and bottles and blankies at feet,
The challenging task is long since complete
Of getting our daughter to stay in her bed,
A process that’s much harder done than is said.

But now that at least a half hour has past,
We’re proud that our efforts are certain to last.
The time-buffer’s gone, we’ve nothing to fear
We mutually agree that the coast must be clear.

So into her bedroom the two of us sneak
One sweet sleeping baby – two parents’ proud peek.
Then all of a sudden, a jerk and a shrill
At which we instinctively both stand quite still.

Does she see us? Just how could we know,
Both of us blind amid the night-light’s dim glow?
If so, it’s clear to her Mom and to me
That the night grows much longer for all of us three.

With us in mid-step, one more stir, one more peep…
Our fear has come true – she’s no longer asleep.
And once that she knows that we’re walking about,
It’s for certain that she will break out in a shout.

Quick, hit the deck! We both drop to the floor…
Our cover is blown if we move an inch more!
This mission’s been upgraded – now a true covert-op.
We’re locked in position ‘til she comes to a stop.

Peering (and giggling) through each other’s eyes
We savor the moment and treasure soft sighs.
The goal of our efforts is perfectly clear –
To establish sweet silence as all that we hear.

I in my night shirt and Mom in her gown
Stay perfectly still ‘til she’s all settled down.
And then like two cats – sly, stealthy and sleek –
Off toward the door we cleverly creep.

Shhh…not a sound…we’ve come much too far –
No knocking or squeaking as the door’s pulled ajar.
Then out to the hall with her door now shut tight
We tip-toe away to ensure a good night.

Survivors, creators, we do what it takes
To protect and preserve our respites and breaks.
While having a baby is simply the best,
A close second is therefore a well-deserved rest.

The End


Don’t worry:  Google doesn’t recognize the word either…

In fact, when you try to Google the word “unjoyment,” it’s an immediate battle between Google and your auto-correct to see which is faster at changing it to the word “enjoyment.”   

I quite like that, and it seems that technology is one step ahead of psychology when it comes to our innate drive in life to seek happiness and joy.  After all, life is short, so it should be enjoyed to the highest level possible, right?!

That said, we all have things in our life and in our surroundings that we “un-joy,” many of which are found right around our home. They exist on different levels, of course, and each offers up a varying degree of annoyance or unhappiness, be it through the conscious or the subconscious. 

It could be something minor – even technical – like a light bulb that is out in a recessed light, way high on the ceiling, just perfectly out of reach enough to require the involved task of buying the proper size replacement bulb, fetching the ladder, and doing your best to avoid a trip to the ER.  The unjoyment comes from having the task hang over your head, as well as perhaps the diminished lighting in that spot of your home.  The enjoyment comes from adopting a do-it-now attitude to tackle the chore straight away… or, perhaps even better, from picking up the phone and hiring a handyman to do it for you! 🙂

Or, in my case, it could be a cat who insists that 3:00 a.m. is a fine time to want for a meal that he cannot serve up himself. Thus ensues a most insidious bedside engagement involving whiskers against my face, or, if required by my non-responsiveness, a devious attempt to topple the pricey bedside lamp onto the floor.  In this case, the unjoyment was somewhat easily solved by a change-up in how (and who) we allow access to the bedroom overnight.  How joyful our sleep is once again!

Unjoyment came in a different package for a friend of mine, and I suspect this may be a little more common.  It seems that a late-night infomercial gave way to the impulsive purchase of a certain “get fit fast” device that has since occupied a prominent corner of his bedroom.  There it sits, collecting dust and clothes and (worst of all) reminders of all the workouts that haven’t-been.  The psychology of personal fitness is challenging enough without the constant, in-his-face, unspoken chiding offered up by the device that promised so much, yet has delivered so little.  I suggested he should eliminate the unjoyment of its presence, donate the device to someone who is actually going to use it, and begin a much more enjoyable regimen of daily walks to pursue a more realistic and sustainable approach to a fit lifestyle. 

So, what’s unjoyable in your home?

Walk around the house – inside and out.  Open closets and drawers, meander through the basement, attic and garage. Whatever it is, it’s there, screaming for attention, and all you have to do is put up your antennae, turn up the volume, listen to the message of unjoyment, and set a plan of action to eliminate it.

In short, remove the static that is unjoyment, and allow for an immediately higher level of enjoyment of your home, your activities, and your life.  

And, if you’re so inclined, post in the “Comments” below to share what it was that you found relief in removing or repurposing or giving away or whatever.   

We all want and need inspiration, and you might just help someone else identify, uncover and remove a significant source of unjoyment in their lives as well.

Here’s to the presence of joy in your home!