Yesterday was a very long day at work for me. I spent 12 hours away from home and was ecstatic that Hubby had frozen fish sticks (cooked), rice and frozen vegetables (also cooked) ready when I came home. They may or may not have been warm, as everyone had already eaten dinner an hour before.
Hubby also saved me a sliver of leftover coconut cream pie. I was thrilled. I inhaled all the food in a euphoric state and then cuddled with the kids for story time. The entire family was asleep by 7:55 pm.
Here are snippets of our sleep-deprived life from Facebook:
From Tuesday Morning:
4:45 am EST I wake up to get some work done. I am SOOO behind on deadlines, I’m running into my next deadlines. I do a small, sleepy happy dance to celebrate the peace and quiet.
4:47 am EST Mr. Sensitive joins me. He is excited to have someone awake with him to visit the marker-coverer pumpkin on the kitchen table.
4:48 am EST Little Miss Adorable is calling from her bed to get up NOW! I cover her with a blanket, try to convince her to go back to sleep and cuddle with her baby dolls. She yells ‘NO!’ and kicks off the blankets.
She laughs devilishly when I reluctantly pick her up. I sigh.
4:50 am EST Little Miss Adorable demands milk and toast, NOW!
Mr. Sensitive is busy colouring Hallowe’en pictures and re-decorating the scary pumpkin. I realise I forgot the powercord for my laptop at work. I pray to the gods of coffee in humble appreciation.
4:55 am EST I give up working, check fb and make scrambled eggs.
From Sunday Morning:
4:00 am EST woken up by the sound of a five year old going through the kitchen drawers looking for a measuring tape #momrunslikehell
From Saturday Morning:
Was woken up way to early by a five year old hiding in my closet (a new take on the boogy-man). Then tried to reason with him about NOT eating BBQ sauce for breakfast (to his credit, he thinks it’s a new *dessert sauce*). It’s hard reasoning with someone who can’t read.
I need coffee… STAT!
From Thursday evening:
SOOO tired. The only thing keeping me going is the thought of coffee tomorrow morning.
The story of my life.