Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Why I Am So Tired

So I should really be writing a post about our recent family vacation right about now.

We went to Gulf Shores.  The beach.  All the kids were there.  We stayed for a week.  It was great fun.

And ONE of these days. . . I will probably actually compose a post about it. 

But that day is not today.

(Or, as the Aragorn in my head says:  ". . .It is not THIS day!")





Either way. . . it's just not happening right now.

Vacation-times were GREAT times!  . . . but they were like seven DAYS worth of great times!  And that's a lot to remember.  And edit.  And fix photos in. . . you get the idea.

And I'm tired.

It's only 8:00 p.m., and I'm tired.

(Don't judge me.)

So instead of humorous anecdote-filled vacation posts, I'm instead going to post about why I am tired right now.

WHY I AM SO TIRED RIGHT NOW

I GOT UP AT LIKE 5:30 THIS MORNING.

Michael got home around 5:30 this morning, and I knew it as soon as he opened the door, because there was panic in his voice when he said:  "Danielle??"

Turns out that the storm last night broke our gate to the back yard.  (I was unaware of this.  I just knew that it had stormed really loudly.  And as I was lying there, waiting until the next boom of thunder woke the baby up. . . I fell asleep.)  All Michael knew was that, when he pulled up, the gate was wide open and the latch was on the ground.  He was naturally concerned.


But after that, I was awake.  Got up and started the coffee.


I EXERCISED.  BECAUSE I DO THAT NOW.

That's right.

I've been at the Y once a day since we got back from vacation.

(I have seen no "results" as of yet.  I am trying to stay positive.  Morale is fickle, but basically remains high.)

So after we got to the Y this morning, and after I said a really crappy-feeling "Goodbye!" to my bawling son in the kids' room (he has not grown fond of these forays into being social just yet), I spent 25 minutes watching Supernatural as I turned the wheels on the Jogging Machine That Goes Nowhere But Has A Cup Holder.

(It was a really good episode.)

Then I spent 15 minutes in the Really Hot Wooden Room That The Sign Says To Wear A Coverup In (like I wouldn't anyway), and did crunches.  Hot crunches.

Suprisingly enough, they feel great.  =)

. . .unless someone else happens to be in the Really Hot Wooden Room.  Then I wait them out.

(Seriously.  I can have the patience of a zen master.)

Then I go flop around in the pool for a bit, while I watch the older people do their Flop Around In the Pool For A Bit Class.

(I have a natural ability.  In 30 years or so, I could totally be an instructor.)

Then I go back to the wooden room, finish my crunches, and head on over to The Room Where You Shower In Flip Flops.

Then I get dressed and go pick up my boy.

Who, so far, has been more inclined to greet me with a look of extreme hatred than he is to smile and look as though he is pleased to see that I have returned.

Then we go home, get juice and graham crackers, and watch Sesame Street and take a nap.

Which brings me to my next point. . .


I ONLY GOT TO NAP FOR AN HOUR TODAY.

That's right.  Just one brief hour.

I thought this was AMERICA!!!

Seriously though, I would like to remind you that we were on vacation last week.  And in that time, I became very much accustomed to napping with the baby for 1 1/2 - 2 hours every day.

And yet TODAY. . . I was only able to sleep for ONE HOUR.

I think we can all see where this would have the potential to be problematic.

My point has been made, so let's just move on to


I CLEANED OUT PADAWAN'S CLOSET TODAY.

The emotional trauma ALONE would've broken a lesser woman into pieces.

Sterner stuff, folks.

Sterner stuff.


I HAD MY FIRST LIGHTSABER BATTLES WITH TOOK!

He's been playing with the lightsabers for a while.  (They light up, make sounds. . . they're awesome.)  But tonight he actually figured out what they were FOR. 

And so he got them both. . . brought them to me. . . and held one out to me.  Urged me to take it.

So I did.  Looked at in confusion.

Turned it on.

Let the evil grin transform my face in the glow from the plastic tube.

Cackle maniacally.

=)

. . .my lightsaber battles are. . . VIGOROUS.

I do not phone it in.


Which brings us to. . .


I AM A BIT OF A TURD.

While this entire post has been completely factual, the REAL reason I am complaining about being so tired is because my husband worked 12 hours last night.

Then he came home and slept for maybe an hour.

And then he left to go work 12 more.

And he didn't complain. 

(Except for just a little bit.  I told him he would probably feel better if he just cried in his truck, but he didn't act as though he was really even considering it.)

And I think complaining about MY sleepiness, especially when compared to HIS lack of sleep, is funny. 

REALLY funny.

=D

But I've been told that I have a weird sense of humor.

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