that's what she said

Wow. Ten days. And some significant things have happened in that time. Like my son turning three. My baby is three! But, he was kind and gave me a nice nostalgic taste of the new born days. Yup. For a few hours running up to said birthday, and then again for a couple days following said birthday, Ben was in serious need of cuddling. Translated, this means me, on the couch, pinned under a grouchy furnace of a puppy-boy, looking criminally adorable. For untold hours.

Anyway, I didn't exactly catch up on my sleep from the last time one of them decided to catch whatever bug is going around, but these last two have moved through relatively fast. One puke later, and they all seem pretty functional. They definitely have their energy levels back.

Now if only mom bounced back as quickly.

Actually, I'm doing alright. Outside of the time when I'm attempting to wake myself up, and then later, when I'm attempting to put myself to sleep, my body has been feeling pretty good. With the whole transition from sleep to wake and vice versa, I think through the years of having my normal rhythms generally messed with, my brain can now not decide if I'm a morning person or a night person. Which means, I end up being neither. I guess that could mean I'm a 'day' person, but that doesn't really fit either, because I work enough split shift that I know, honestly, whenever I'm supposed to be awake, I'll stay awake, right up to the very point in time where I don't have to, and then, I'm a goner.

Weekends are hard on my brain that way. Technically, I have no where to be, and nothing that absolutely has to get done on a certain timeline. And my body is convinced that means I have to sleep. Now. For as long as possible.

Meantime, my kids are asking why we haven't had breakfast yet, it's 8:30 mother. Then, why aren't we having breakfast yet, it's 9:30 mother.

That's right around the time I'm really regretting teaching them how to read the clock. Or use the clock. Cole, for an unknown mysterious reason, likes to set his alarm for 6 every morning, regardless of what morning it is. When it goes off, no matter how that kid is feeling, he'll get himself out of bed, usually to end up standing at my side of the bed saying, 'Mom, I'm tired.'

To which I say (calmly of course), 'Then why the hell aren't you in your bed?!'

If it makes y'all feel better, it actually comes out a lot more like 'wmuff cado- sish....' To which he responds with 'Moooooooooom.... I'm hungry.'

big fat SIGH.

And to think that I used to think sleeping was a waste of time.

Yes, I was born a personality A. Which I think is safe to say I've mostly overcome at this point in my life.

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Moving on, I think I may have discovered the next 'thing of awesome' in my life. There's been the crocheting (still awesome), the raptor rescue (still awesome), the rock climbing (not as awesome as I expected, but wait til I get my own wall installed on the side of the garage), and now, I have discovered an adult beginner's tap class.

Yeah. I know.

Only problem is that it is scheduled right over the top of Adam's karate night. I have just enough time to drop him off, but I have to get someone else to pick him up, which Mike is totally excited to do. Actually, his first response to my new found thing was 'That doesn't sound fun at all.', right after staring blankly at me like I was about to jump out from behind the couch and yell 'Surprise!' like Cole likes to do whenever anyone leaves the room.

Yeah. No, I'm serious. Has anyone out there tried this? Serious fun.

But, like everything, we'll see how it goes.