Thank goodness it's Tuesday -
My son has decided that sleep isn't necessary, which means my mind has concluded that forming complete sentences is also not mandatory.
I think my whole body might be planning a mutiny. Who knows who will end up in charge by the end of the week?
I have lots of thoughts jumping through my brain, but they aren't particularly coherent or useful.
They're more along the lines of - tea, need shower, more tea NOW, stop whining, and dear lord not again.
There is also an impressive quantity of chocolate being eaten. (I suggest you don't mention it or the fact I look tired.)
Speaking of chocolate, I baked chocolate chip cookies last night. Have you ever read the side of the box of baking soda?
Apparently bicarbonate of soda is magical. Suggested uses included household cleaner, relieving minor skin irritations and swimming pool care.
Doesn't this seem a little versatile to be edible to anybody else? It kind of freaks me out a little.
(Don't worry, I'm still eating the freakin' cookies.)
These are the kind of strange thoughts that sneak into my mind when I'm exhausted.
I remember watching an interview with Reese Witherspoon back when she had a young kid. She talked about how the lack of sleep was shocking, but that she actually liked herself better a little sleep deprived.I can actually relate to that.
It's just not possible to be that uptight when you're tired. You have to laugh the second time you try to put the ice cream in the cupboard.
Tea. I really need more caffeine.
The whole exhausted thing is certainly affecting my productivity, even if it seems to improve my outlook at times.
My house is dirty.
I'm behind on work hours.
I'm behind on blog stuff.
But you know something., life is still pretty good. As long as I get myself successfully caffeinated and have a shower, I think I can handle just about anything.
(Did you know that if you misspell caffeinated badly enough Blogger will suggest fornicated as the correct spelling? Noted.)
As my Mom would say, some days you just have to put on your big girl panties. (She's picked up all kinds of colorful expressions since she moved to Arkansas.)
I guess that's my random take away this week. My bad days just usually aren't that bad. And I should really stop whining about them.
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