I know. I know. I make the some complaint just about every year but dammit people. If we agree on nothing else, can we all agree to set our clocks forward one last time and then never, ever touch them again.
Pretty, pretty please?
I’m already mentally preparing myself for the ridiculousness that tomorrow will bring–waking up at the usual time but having to accept the fact that it’s now an hour later, the kids fighting bedtime (and Henry fighting nap time) because their little bodies know it shouldn’t be time yet, and my crazy hound dog harassing me ALL FREAKIN’ DAY to eat because her regularly-scheduled meal times suddenly don’t match up with her internal food clock.
It’s no wonder we tend to see an uptick in strokes and heart attacks on this day each year. I feel one coming on just thinking about it.
So, I better go ahead and give up for the night because tomorrow there is hell to pay. Sleep well friends!
It was a long day. And now, kicked back in the recliner, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open. I may have even nodded off for a few seconds.
Oh yeah, I did. I definitely did.
You know what that means? Time to give it up for today.
I fell asleep in the recliner last night.
What can I say? It was a long week. I’d just eaten a bowl of pasta. And I’m fairly certain my iron levels have been running a little low (don’t worry, I’ve got a stash of iron supplements that always helps me get back on track).
By 7:00 pm, Henry and I were snuggled up in the chair. By 7:30 pm, I was nodding off. And by 9:30, everyone in the house was snoozing.
So yeah, technically this blog post is about 12 hours late, but hey–my blog, my rules. And I truly believe that missteps or stumbling blocks or failures are not truly failures if we take the time to learn from them and keep challenging ourselves to move forward.
Choosing to take an early night and not force a blog post just to meet my own self-imposed goal of completing another 365 project is a choice I’m not going to feel particularly bad about. It’s all about balance and priorities, and last night’s priority was indulging in a little self-care and getting a full night’s sleep.
And yeah, it feels good.
Now, let’s get back to it.
It has been a week! Busy days at work, after school activities, evening events, and a couple really late nights. Plus, this damn freezing weather and more snow.
I’m treating myself and my tired body to a little self-care, which includes a glass of wine an early(ish) bedtime.
Can someone please tell Electra to sleep in tomorrow?
Day after the snow day after the holiday after the weekend got me like…
Anybody else find it hard to get going today?
This dude had a great swim lesson this morning, but seemed a little overly tired and crabby afterward, so he went down for an early nap.
An hour later, I heard him stir and start crying. Then the dreaded words:
“Mommy! Mommy, help! I sick!”
The smell hit me when I walked in the room–a mix of overripe banana and sour strawberry donuts. There was already a thick puddle on the comforter, more streaming from his nose.
I got him cleaned up, laundry started, clothes changed. Then we settled in to rest and wait it out. Late afternoon, another explosion, but Stevie and I managed to keep it mostly contained.
Since then, he’s been attached to me, lounging on the couch, sipping water, occasionally restless. He slept a bit, waking off and on and moaning, but his sour stomach seems to have settled. He finally woke and asked to go to bed, so we took him up and tucked him into clean, soft sheets and kissed him good night.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day. Sleep tight H-man.