All the time, I mean ALL the time, I hear moms talk about how tired they are. They got up, got their kid ready for school or daycare, went to work, went home, cooked/picked up dinner, helped their kid with homework, put their kid to bed (who probably put up a little bit of a fight,) then went to bed. Over the years, I have actually had people say to me, "Why are you tired? You don't have kids." What the hell. Seriously? Let me clue you in: kid-less people aren't vampires. We get tired and we sleep, just like you. I'm sorry I'm inferior to the restful bliss of staring into my eyelids in the dark and quiet.
We've had a pretty rough time trying to get Stella fully potty trained and acclimated to a daily routine. Yesterday, she woke me up at 6:00 a.m. SIX-O-CLOCK IN THE MORNING. ON THE DOT. ON SATURDAY. I was in the middle of a dead-ass sleep; you know, the kind where you wake up covered in drool and you're not sure where you are. I was so out of it that I looked at my phone and wondered why my alarm didn't go off because I thought it was a work day. Yes, that kind of sleep is what she pulled me out of. But sure enough, she had to potty, and I was thrilled that I didn't roll over on a wet spot in my bed or step in pee on the carpet. Needless to say, she has adjusted to the routine. Of course, that starts a domino effect, because once Stella is up, Stuart gets up, and the morning potty/feeding frenzy begins because EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT THE SAME TIME RIGHT NOW. Now, here's the difference between me and all you parents. I got to go back to sleep! Nanny, nanny, boo boo! The dogs with their full bellies curled back up in bed with me and we were back off to la-la-land with the Sandman for a few more hours. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
I spent the afternoon at a Derby event, the Da'ville Classic Drumline Showcase...that ended up lasting for 4 hours, which was totally worth it. Fighting traffic and crowds downtown leaves a little to be desired, but coming home to a rainy night after all that excitement was enough to make me want to zonk out. But I didn't. I persevered and didn't succumb to the laziness!
Today, Stella so graciously waited until 7:15. I had gone to bed after midnight because I was so engrossed in reading Dave Ramsey's The Total Money Makeover - but that's another blog. This time, I did not go back to sleep. Instead, I started my Sunday routine of meal-planning and coupon-gathering and grocery-list-making. After I braved Wal-Mart (which wasn't too bad today,) I was able to come home and chillax for a bit before my friend's Simply Aroma party today. I stayed there for 4 hours shootin' the breeze, and came home for my nightly walk/jog. I'm kicking ass, by the way.
Tomorrow, I will wake up at 6:00 a.m., begin the dog potty/feeding frenzy, go to work, come home, scarf down dinner, go to Zumba, and finally settle in around 8:45 p.m., when I am able to FaceTime Phil for a little over an hour before I hit the hay. Stella will irritate Stuart because she wants to wrestle and aggravate the shit out of him before bed, so I will probably spend half an hour trying to get her to calm down and leave my poor little grumpy old man alone. I WILL BE TIRED.
The point of this was not to give you my daily itinerary. The point of this was to demonstrate that my life is non-stop, too. I do things without kids, I stay active, I work, I go places....all of which suck energy from me. I'm allowed to be sleepy without being a parent, because that's life.
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