And just like that, no fever. My 6-year old woke up ready for action, only there was no kindergarten today since it’s a half day. (They go on alternate half-days since everyday is a half-day for her.) I was not so ready for action, so after taking the neighborhood boy to school, I went back to bed. Going back to bed makes me feel slothful and lazy. But eight hours of sleep? Kind of important, if you ask me.
When I woke up, my day began in a hurry-hurry-rush-rush fashion. I kind of hate it. I started working at 1 p.m., finished at 5 p.m., had her at the T-ball field by 5:50 p.m., finished watching T-ball at 7 p.m., stopped by the grocery store on the way home and returned home with five minutes left until my last shift of the day. I finished working at midnight, wrote a few blog posts (apologies for them, but I do so like Amazon gift cards) and read a few blogs (Annie, Sarah, Linda and now it’s shamefully late. Ridiculously late. So late that I will waste my morning by sleeping in again tomorrow.
And the cycle continues.
But the weekend is coming. And I’m taking Monday off.
In my next life, I am not going to complain about being too busy when I’m in high school and college and in those years before I have kids. Seriously. I had no idea what busy meant until now.
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I had no idea what busy meant, either. And I’ve got Monday off, too, barring no new family catastrophes. I. Am. Tired.
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