Posted on | December 3, 2014 | 1 Comment
One thing you should know about me is that I’m not a night owl. I’m an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal… which either makes me smart or lame depending on who you ask. (Parents say smart, others say lame). But last night, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t sleep.
I tossed and turned; I got up to check on J a few times. I even read a few chapters of a book. Finally around 1:15, I got up.
I’ve always wondered how so many moms seem to keep everything in their house looking amazingly sparkly clean and I think that last night I discovered the secret… you just … don’t sleep. I got a load of laundry washed, dried, and folded. I ran the dishwasher. I organized the shoes in my closet and I even dusted the furniture in my room, for Pete’s sake!
Finally, I fell back into bed and into a nice deep sleep around 3:30 and that carried me through to my 6:30 alarm.
So needless to say, I’m pretty tired today.
Yesterday, I spent some quality treadmill time with another single momma friend and we were commiserating on how tired we always are. Because honestly, there’s just not enough time in the days. I know it sounds cliche, and I’m not saying that single mommas have the market cornered on tiredness because it’s totally a PARENT thing, but still. This whole be everything to all the people all the time can get a little exhausting. Just yesterday, I spent most of the day in the office putting out fires for clients, raced home to make cheese tortellini dinner, made my kid cry because I wouldn’t let him eat the candy off the gingerbread house, fixed the peppermint fudge my son requested, and then just as I sank down on the sofa to watch a movie with J, realized that the trash still needed to go out, the dishwasher needed to be unloaded and reloaded, and the dog was still outside. So I got back up, swept the kitchen floor, let the dog in, took out the trash, handled the dishes, and THEN sat down.
At which time, I promptly had to check the fifteen thousand emails that came in from work with clients desperate to know where their money is or was or will be, or why their prescriptions weren’t authorized. It’s probably why I can’t sleep… this holiday season is just killing me. Between clients who are stressed about money to ME being stressed about money… I don’t know how to turn my brain off. It’s a rough way to be at Christmas, torn between doing all the things and saving all the money for presents. Who knows. I just know I need a way to shut the brain off so I can sleep.
Why is Christmas so much more exhausting as a grown up?! I think tonight may call for sandwiches, hot chocolate, and The Santa Clause.