I want to go to bed, but it’s not even 9:00 and I have a 7 year old spending the weekend with us and a 3 year old watching My Little Pony and coloring so that’s probably not the best idea. Last night I put Camille to bed at 10 and thought I was home free until an hour later when her brother came upstairs to tattle on her: “Huh?! You mean she isn’t asleep in her bed?!” Other parents have sleepovers and are all, “Let’s have a family movie night!” while I’m all, “Sweet. Takeout and video games. Have at it. Don’t forget to brush your teeth sometime before midnight and I think there’s cereal in the cupboard — don’t wake me up in the morning.” Those are the kind of sentiments they don’t put on Mother’s Day cards.
I’m tired. Cumulatively tired. I’m sure I don’t get enough sleep and don’t drink enough water (yes, Josh. I know you’ve been telling me this for months years), and I feel sluggish as a result. Until 9pm rolls around and then I’m wide awake and ready to create a fresh sleep deficit for the following day. I’m supposed to be deciding (and booking) where we’re going to stay in Italy in July (now that our vacation days have been approved), but I lost my momentum while I was waiting for the “go ahead” and now I have to bring myself to dive back in to my travel books and maps and figure out where I left off. But that seems too daunting at the moment and I kind of want to take a bath instead. Except the getting wet part sounds like too much work. So pjs and bed then? Nope, that whole “Mom” thing is getting in the way of that. That’s how I end up watching Judge Judy most nights — easy and satisfying.
Today I came up with a plan that every time I feel tired I would drink a glass of water and maybe in a week or so, I’ll be rehydrated and feeling more energetic. Except I didn’t take into account the part where I never want to drink anything which is why I have this problem in the first place. Josh says I’m part camel. I’m also part donkey because if I know I’m supposed to do something, it makes me even less willing to do it — even when I’m the one telling myself to do it.
