Last night I stayed up way too late. I was writing Christmas cards, filling in a million registration forms for Sawyer's playschool, making lunches, tidying up after my book party (wahoo! I got $100 worth of books for $9!) and generally puttering around. I knew that today was a day without students at school, so I could start later in the morning (and wear jeans and a t-shirt if I wanted to). I told Alan I'd take him to physio in the morning if he needed me to, but that it would be great if he could get the bus so the boys and I could hang out at home for a bit before heading off to daycare and work. He was happy enough to do that. So I was in no rush to go to bed.
But I really shouldn't have stayed up as late as I did. Suddenly I realized that I was exhausted, I had a sore throat, and I was ready for bed. At 12:25 a.m. Sigh... Why do I do that? Anyway, I crawled into bed and went straight to sleep, to the lullaby of the pouring rain outside my window. The next thing I knew, I was awake again and it was just past 7 a.m. Seven! We need to leave the house at 7:30 on Thursday mornings, and if Alan was going to get the bus, he should have left already. Everyone was asleep still and I panicked. I jumped out of bed and started rushing around. I managed to get them all up, fed, dressed (well, Alan dressed himself, admittedly) and out the door just 15 minutes after our usual departure time. I hadn't eaten anything or brushed my teeth, but there was no time for that. Thank goodness for minty gum, right?
We dropped off Alan (with 5 minutes to spare!) and then carried on to Dylan's playschool. Just as we pulled into the driveway, my gas light came on. Of course. Because running out of gas would be just what I need on a morning like that. We dropped Dylan off, gave Sawyer's registration forms to the teacher so he can start next week (can you even believe I remembered to bring them with me in all that chaos?) and then headed straight for the gas station.
The whole time I kept thinking, "Thank goodness I don't have to be at work until later!" and "Imagine if this was a regular work day!" I was able to go home again, have a shower, change out of my crumpled t-shirt, put on some makeup, drink a cup of tea and brush my teeth before taking Sawyer up to Linda's. I got to school at 10:15 a.m., which was pretty much right on schedule. Whew!
Then I started to wonder... Was it a case of "good-thing-I-don't-have-to-be-at-school-until-later-because-I-slept-in!!!" or did I sleep in because "I-don't-have-to-be-at-school-until-later?" Subconsciously did my brain tell me it was okay to hit the snooze button? Hmmm. Either way it worked out okay, but it would have been nice not to have that crazy rush first thing this morning. I'm curious. What do you think? I think I need to go to bed early tonight.
PS: So excited to see The Nutcracker tomorrow night! I am listening to the cd right now and planning my outfit...
How is it that Sawyer can start next week? I thought he had to be 30 months?
ReplyDeleteGood thing it wasn't a regular school day. My vote is that you were too exhausted to wake up, but maybe your subconcious is telling you something... like go to bed earlier!
You need to never let your gas tank get below half. You seem to almost run out of gas more than anyone I know :)
I too can't wait for the Nutcracker. I, though, have no idea what I'm going to wear. I have to leave the house in 12 hours. Got lots to do, including outfit planning!