Do you even know me?
I'm tapped out.
Clearly spent.
On Monday I cried because I couldn't open a new box of juice boxes.
(Vegetable juice to be clear. Please get out your score sheets and add 10 points to my Super Mom total.)
Today I literally lost my mind and yelled at sweet Stella when she starting screaming at me because I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. Nature called, I had to answer, and I was pissed that my two year old felt I was being unreasonable.
Definitely not sinking to her level or anything.
Not that I wouldn't want to be at the same level as something this cute...
But, I am exhausted, surviving on a mere three or four hours of sleep most nights during the last week. I refuse to neglect that tiny magic pill that I take every day though. It is not the time for me to think about starting over with another baby.
Or I might freak the freak out.
I have had a babysitter the last three out of five nights. This sounds amazing, and every outing was VERY fun, but I think I have been taught a serious lesson. I am no longer cut out for such an overwhelming amount of fun...particularly when my daughter is up coughing most of the night. I simply can not be a Mom and be a fun person. Not happening.
Friday we went out for a fancy dinner for a good friend's birthday. It was wonderful company, wonderful food, wonderful cocktails....and not even a crazy late night.
Saturday was another awesome night out with a VERY fun couple. We were planning to hit the bingo hall after this very popular burger place, but ended up just talking until late and shutting down the burger place. I felt so cool.
Sunday I had a Pampered Chef party and had a blast.
Monday I had the Bachelor and, though I didn't leave my house, I felt fully emotionally spent after the whole thing. I'm sure you understand.
Tuesday I had another VERY fun Pampered Chef party at a dear friend's house with a lot of amazing ladies.
I did break it down to Eminem, Fat Joe, and possibly a little Katy Perry (even though I feel like I'm supposed to not like her if I'm going to be cool?) on the way to get in the mood.
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| Doesn't this photo scream rapping curse words while mentally preparing for a FUN night of cooking for women I don't know? |
What other explanation could there possibly be!?!?!?!?!?
What I've learned from my days of socialization and showering/make up application to be around people is that I am just not cut out for this much concentrated doses of fun. I need to parcel out my activities so I don't over exert myself and cry all day long or go off the deep end and...
WEAR A FREAKIN' HAT PEOPLE!!!
Obviously, I'm going through a rough time. I'm not a hat person at all.
The good news?
My calves are actually sore, almost as if I pushed myself to workout during my exhaustion, which I did not do of course because that sounds awful, all due to my wearing of these...
for multiple evenings in a row.
It's like a work out. A fashion workout. I'm totally out of shape in every sense apparently.
The truth is, I just need some sleep.
The truth is, I should not be blogging right now or tomorrow has a good chance of forcing me to spend $10 at Starbucks on caffeine and baked goods to reward myself for being functional enough to leave the house and crying because I feel guilty that I was mad at Cole for refusing to wear underwear...again. Things get complicated and expensive fast when I'm sleep deprived.
I hereby swear to never attempt to be this awesome during a five day time frame again.* It's just not in me anymore. I'm back to being lame as of today.
Thank goodness.
*Disclaimer: If Justin Timberlake had a time machine, met me, asked me to travel back to spring break 1999, make out and party for five days straight... I would have no choice but to go along willingly. I'm sure you understand.
4 comments:
Oh man, Timberlake ?~! I must be older than I look. I don't even know who he is.
That said, I don't know who I'd make out with from my generation either. Well, maybe Richard Gere. Now that he's a Buddhist i bet he kisses really good.
I'm sorry, I don't understand. How are you not a hat person? Cuz I think you are ROCKIN that hat! I think you can declare yourself a hat person. I'll allow it. You're welcome.
And don't worry, I cry trying to open up juice boxes too. That shit is hard! You are not alone! (Seriously though, you are NOT alone. I feel you sister!)
Your post was so funny and right on target. I am not cut out for that much fun, either. I may or may not have cried over juice boxes, too.
I often wonder how I can feel so old but be so young. I have my monthly book club (a wild activity, I know) tonight and I'm thinking about skipping because they like to stay up late and I'd rather be in bed at 9:30.
Also, I would totally party with Justin!
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