I fell asleep in the recliner last night as I rocked with Olivia. I fell asleep before 8:30. Proof that I was pretty tired last night.
But before I fell asleep, I managed to be a major grouch to my entire family. I’m not proud of my behavior, just trying to maintain a bit of honesty around here.
When I left work yesterday, my brother and nephew were already in the parking lot waiting for me. I was taking my nephew to my mom’s for the night. I’d told my brother that if he wanted me to do this, he had to be outside, by my car, no later than 4:30 because that was when I was leaving. I had to leave at that time because Alyssa was expecting me to be at the school to pick her up at 5:00. I had to make a seventeen mile drive in that half hour. Part of it was in town, which meant I needed the entire half hour.
J and I made it to the school parking lot with seven minutes to spare.
Alyssa came out, we headed home to pick up Olivia and then off to my mom’s, where there girls and J were all pests for the forty minutes the girls and I were there.
When we got home, it was time for dinner and homework and then Olivia needed her pie and ice cream and books.
I was just done. Tom kept making smart remarks which made me scowl at him. He didn’t understand the depth of my tiredness. He just thought my dirty looks were funny.
The poor girls just wanted to have fun but I wanted no part of it.
I did manage to wake up at 9:00 to finally drag myself and the girls up to bed. And, bless her sweet little heart, Olivia slept all night long. I know. It shouldn’t be a major event when a seven year old sleeps through the night. But in our house…it is. And I celebrate it every single time it happens.