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Sleep debt or something
Mar. 12th, 2014 09:05 amMan, I'm tired. I've been so out of it in the mornings lately that I've been turning off my alarm instead of snoozing and not realizing that the alarm I turned off was the second, not the first. I don't know what's going on with my sleep lately, but I wake up more tired than I went to bed. Coffee is my friend and I can keep moving.
I'm doing a little better on jerkbrain-gremlin maintenance. Not a whole lot better, but a bit. Having a couple of days of warm and sun helps. The headache I've been rocking today isn't helping.
Sigh.
We went to look at a new Kia last night. Downwood wants 4WD, I want to replace the less-than-reliable Jeep with something safe, sturdy, and that can take more than just the 4 of us places. So, like, if we're going to Faire, we can invite a friend or two to ride along without having to squish them in between the two car seats or have them ride in the back of the wagon. I'd had a rough/long work day and wasn't feeling up to dealing with salesmen. Downwood was upbeat and happy at being out with grownups. I was bitchy and having problems keeping both kids entertained in the dealership. I didn't take a turn at driving the car - I just wanted to be home.
No, jerkbrain, that doesn't make me a terrible person. It makes me an overworked, overtired human being who has no patience for sales tactics.
I took Ox straight home from the dealership. I got him in the tub. Right after Downwood and Emi got back, I got him out of the tub and into PJs. He's started wanting me to read him books before bed. This makes me SO FREAKING HAPPY. But then Daddy has to be the one who tucks him in and turns off the light. If Momma tries, he gets out of bed and goes to get Daddy.
Emi got to stay up later than usual. She and Daddy went to the Friendly Local Game Store, where she got to pick out her Very First Dice Set. They're clear red plastic, in their own container, and they're totally hers. She's SO PROUD. She apparently told Daddy and the store clerk that she needed more dice in more colors and she also needed a dice bag. So I have a task on my To Dos for the weekend to go downstairs and make her a dice bag.
I can focus on good things. I can keep going. I have no plans for this weekend (that I know of), so I might get some sewing done. I can pick out some music for next Thursday. I can gather up henna supplies for bdvideo night at RH's. I can hug my kids and move more books into Ox's room so we have choices for bedtime.
Coffee is my friend and keeps me going. I just need to not push myself so hard and punish myself so hard. That's not helping me be a better person, it just makes things suck.
I'm doing a little better on jerkbrain-gremlin maintenance. Not a whole lot better, but a bit. Having a couple of days of warm and sun helps. The headache I've been rocking today isn't helping.
Sigh.
We went to look at a new Kia last night. Downwood wants 4WD, I want to replace the less-than-reliable Jeep with something safe, sturdy, and that can take more than just the 4 of us places. So, like, if we're going to Faire, we can invite a friend or two to ride along without having to squish them in between the two car seats or have them ride in the back of the wagon. I'd had a rough/long work day and wasn't feeling up to dealing with salesmen. Downwood was upbeat and happy at being out with grownups. I was bitchy and having problems keeping both kids entertained in the dealership. I didn't take a turn at driving the car - I just wanted to be home.
No, jerkbrain, that doesn't make me a terrible person. It makes me an overworked, overtired human being who has no patience for sales tactics.
I took Ox straight home from the dealership. I got him in the tub. Right after Downwood and Emi got back, I got him out of the tub and into PJs. He's started wanting me to read him books before bed. This makes me SO FREAKING HAPPY. But then Daddy has to be the one who tucks him in and turns off the light. If Momma tries, he gets out of bed and goes to get Daddy.
Emi got to stay up later than usual. She and Daddy went to the Friendly Local Game Store, where she got to pick out her Very First Dice Set. They're clear red plastic, in their own container, and they're totally hers. She's SO PROUD. She apparently told Daddy and the store clerk that she needed more dice in more colors and she also needed a dice bag. So I have a task on my To Dos for the weekend to go downstairs and make her a dice bag.
I can focus on good things. I can keep going. I have no plans for this weekend (that I know of), so I might get some sewing done. I can pick out some music for next Thursday. I can gather up henna supplies for bdvideo night at RH's. I can hug my kids and move more books into Ox's room so we have choices for bedtime.
Coffee is my friend and keeps me going. I just need to not push myself so hard and punish myself so hard. That's not helping me be a better person, it just makes things suck.
