I'm always trying to get one more thing accomplished before bed. Snooze five more minutes. Squeeze in one last stop before heading home.
Something... ANYTHING... to get a tiny bit ahead for the next day, but it never seems to work to my advantage.
My to-do list stretches for miles. One of my kids will inevitably have a hunger-induced meltdown in the middle of the store and I will completely forget to turn in the money for the school carnival.
(This last item is particularly embarrassing for me since I'm the room mom and therefore responsible for sending reminders to the other parents like, "the money is due by 8:15am tomorrow and no later" in bold caps only to forget it myself the next day...)
This past Monday, my son missed preschool entirely because my husband and I slept through the alarm...
Sleeping-in on a Monday morning sounds luxurious except he and I were up until 2am the night before getting caught up for the week. Just as we were about to head to bed, our daughter woke up... screaming... of course.
You know what they say about good intentions. I suppose stuff like that just happens when you haven't had a restful night's sleep in OVER FOUR YEARS.
So, if one more person tells me I have to make time for ME, I will punch them in the throat.
People are so great about saying uplifting things like "we're moms and we take care of everyone else but ourselves..." aren't they?
Do you know what people are not so great about mentioning???
No, really. Tell me how! Hoooooooow do I get more time for myself?
Because I can use a black Sharpie to mark "me time" on every calendar in the house. I can ignore the dishes and laundry, turn off the TV, shut down the computer, and crawl into bed as early as the kids do.
But once one of them wakes up at 11... and again at 1:04... 2:37... 4:18... or just plain refuses to go to sleep in the first place, I know I'm not going to be up at 5:30 for that morning jog.
I'll be lucky if I make it out the door for school drop-off with a clean shirt and house keys.