You have been warned.
I know that I usually like to write about the crappy stuff- just because it’s more interesting.
You don’t come here for your daily dose of sunshine.
I even try to be a little funny about it.
Well, the only other times that I was this tired were when I had double pneumonia and when I was in the first trimester of my first pregnancy.
Double pneumonia: I’d go up a few steps and then sit down to take a ten minute break.
First pregnancy: After teaching all day, I would either take a nap in my classroom or at least seriously consider it, since I thought the ten minute drive home was too far away to get me into my bed.
I don’t quite know what’s wrong. Probably mother nature deciding to beat up on me this particular month. Thanks for the gift.
But, it’s magnifying everything else.
Like, making me feel like a crappy mom, who actually had to say these things many times today:
Stop beating on your brother.
Stop crying that your brother kicked you- you just punched him!
Don’t bite your brother.
Where are your pants?
Don’t throw your brother!
Don’t use the apples as bowling bowls!
Don’t hit your brother with a shovel!
STOP hitting your brother with a shovel!
Let your brother out of the cabinet!
On an on.
I’ve been a bit of a zombie today and my boys have jumped on that, taking advantage of my not paying as close of attention as I usually do.
This mood I’m in:
It makes me notice those 10 pounds I’ve gained in the past two months.
It makes me irritated with the early intervention people who can’t Bear in anywhere near as soon as I’d like.(not their fault, I know)
It makes me frustrated with Hubs, who keeps changing his mind as to what he’s doing job-wise. (even though I support him in this)
I’m even irritated with bil, who went back to college this week after taking some time off. Because now I don’t have a free babysitter. (I’m not being logical at all- I should be happy for him)
Just every little thing.
So, tonight, I’m going to bed super early.
Not caring that I’m going to leave the house in a state of disaster.
Maybe that way, I’ll feel equipped to deal with it tomorrow.
P.S. The shovels that my boys were beating on each other with- they were plastic sand shovels, in case you were worried.