I had insomnia last night, and cruised into work on three and one-quarter hours of sleep. My system never really recovered from the incredible not-sleeping baby (R still doesn't like bedtime) and I'm (sorta) used to it. I drank a lot of bad coffee today at the hospital, and managed to keep everything straight. (Go me)
The trickiest part of my day today was when I picked upmy bright-eyed and bushy-tailed kids from where they've been running outdoors! jumping! playing freely! , hoisting their exuberant butts into the car, and fielding the half-a-million questions that immediately begin as soon as I grip the car wheel.
I'm glad they're curious about their surroundings. But usually they're both so wound up they talk over each other in their quest to be heard and understood, so I end up hearing things like:
'Mom! My friend Ainsley-
has a new playstation-
....and Barney said-
how come I don't have a tv-
and Dad come home for dinner tonight?-
....I found a cricket!-
Can we have cookies??
I played with the scooter -what, we have cookies?
and by the time I hit the highway there's a subtle tic starting to beat under my right eye and all I can think about is
chocolate. (Angels sing)
And fifteen minutes to myself.
Mom? Did you have a good day?
Maybe only fifteen minutes of quiet, though.....
*As the little paper bit says, have a happy period. Such a lie.