Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Ever get the feeling . . .

of just sitting in the middle of the living room and wanting to cry? I'm not going to (the boys are in there watching a movie), but it's always around this time of day that I crash. I know it didn't help that I stayed up WAY too late last night (dumb, dumb, dumb), but it's something about getting all four kids lunches, cleaned up from said lunches, changed/to the potty, and down for a nap or laying down for quiet time. It's such a whirlwind. I hear myself uttering phrases I never thought I would say: "No, B, put the toilet plunger down!" "A, you may not pick your sister up by her neck!" "DN-A, the Wiggles guitar has to stay down here. I'm sorry you're sad, but you can't sleep with the guitar!" "J, put your clothes back on!"
I try to cope by setting the timer, letting myself chill and/or vent for a little, and then tackling one job at a time. But today I'm TIRED!!! I could go to bed right now and probably sleep for three hours (gee, kinda like DN-A). BUT . . . before my wonderful sister gets here to hang out while her son continues napping upstairs so I can take my three to the dentist, I need to: clean up from lunch, make lunches for tomorrow, make the potatoes for tonight, fluff and fold the clothes in the dryer, put a load in the washer, have the kids make four more Valentine's Day cards, pick up the crap that exploded this morning all around the house. Plus I have four other important tasks I have to complete (like pulling all my tax info together, balancing my checkbook, etc.).

AAARGH!!!

I hope I go to sleep early tonight.
Two nights ago I had a really bizarre dream, almost like a movie. I woke up with my fist clenched (because at that point in my dream I was on a prison bus and had to defend myself against the other convicts who just realized that I was actually a pre-surgical transexual, not really a prisoner like them - I told you, bizarre) and the joint of my one finger hurt so much all day. It hurt to the touch, it hurt to bend it. I thought that it might be the beginning of arthritis, but since it's not like that today, I guess it's not.

Okay, timer's going off. Maybe if I work really fast I can get everything done before my sister gets here in forty-five minutes and can shut my eyes on the couch before she arrives. Yeah, maybe . . .

2 comments:

Chaotic Mom said...

Rachel! I had such plans for today, hasn't worked out that way. I feel for you. I'll type a more honest post in my blog later, a little like your day. Can't type much right now, literally slammed my finger in the rear truck window. Had to pull the finger out, couldn't reach the latch. That was the final straw...

Anonymous said...

Yes, there are many days I feel like this. Sometimes, crying is the BEST thing to do to release the tension and exhaustion. And if you ever figure out the secret to going to bed earlier (well, my problem is that even if I'm in bed early, I can't fall asleep until at least 11), let me know.