After visiting the doctor, getting the prescription for the pink bubble gum medicine, and picking up the other two clowns, it was already 4:30pm. After that, it was dinner and laundry and dishes and administering medicine and bedtime for the clowns.
So much for the 'taking it easy' plan.
I should have known it would be like that. I had been trying to find time to sit and relax, maybe even read a book, all during the long holiday weekend that had just passed. That hadn't happened either.
Sweet Pea was under doctor's orders to stay home from school on Wednesday. When I woke up Wednesday morning, I thought the day was going to go like this:
- Drop off the oldest and youngest clowns at school
- Return home with the middle clown
- Eat a leisurely breakfast
- Check my home and work emails
- Read some blogs
- Possibly start a load of laundry
- Lay on the couch with Sweet Pea
- Watch cartoons
I heard the radio alarm and rolled over, ignoring it. Then, Hubs told me he had made plans to have someone look after Sweet Pea so I could go in to work.
I sat straight up in bed, kicked my legs, pounded my fists on the blankets and screamed "NOOOOO!!! I WANNA STAY HOME!!!! I'M TIRED!!!"
In my head.
I hadn't slept well for several nights in a row by this point. I was very tired, and now I was completely ticked off because I had no legitimate reason to stay home.
Completely petty, right? I know. I couldn't help it. I was beyond worn out in mind, body and soul. My inner child raged while my outer responsible adult got dressed and went to work like a good little employee.
It took a couple of hours for my inner child to stop with the incessant whining about how life is unfair and stoopid and I just wanted to rest please dear God let me rest and on and on and on.
I took a deep breath and attempted to look on the bright side.
I was at work - I had to take a half day off on Tuesday to take care of Sweet Pea, and I had already had a half day off on Thursday to take care of some things for Punkin. Being home on Wednesday would have been a bit of a burden for my boss, as well as using up some of my precious paid days off. Being at work on Wednesday was a good thing.
Since I was at work, I didn't have to watch "Little Einsteins."
There was nothing I *had* to do during my lunch hour. Since I was tired, I went tanning. (I go tanning for the nap I get under the lights.) The day was a bit chilly and dreary, and the lovely warm "photo-therapy" was just what I needed.
Not the day I had planned, for sure, but once I gave my inner child a timeout, I managed to turn my attitude around a bit.
Still a bit tired and weary Wednesday night, I cringed when the kids asked me what was for dinner. I just did NOT want to go through the whole process of making dinner, etc. I paused a moment, then smiled and told Punkin she was going to make the frozen pizzas while I rested on the couch. She was thrilled! So was I! I told the Circus I was putting myself in a timeout on the couch until dinner was ready. For once, I didn't mind the fact that it took Punkin three times as long to complete a task as it would if I did it myself. I truly had no idea why it took her 15 minutes to get the pizzas in the oven, nor did I care at that point. I felt like I had been "going going going" for the past five days and I finally had the opportunity to veg out a bit.
Just as I laid my head on the big fat flame pillow we keep in the family room, the phone rang. Of course it did. I talked to the caller for a bit, then closed my eyes again. The kids were running in and out from outside, then they were coloring -- asking me questions every few minutes. I thought people in timeouts weren't supposed to talk to anyone?
After dinner, I refused to do the dishes... or the laundry... or much of anything else. I resumed my place on the couch and stayed there as long as I could. Oh sure, I got up now and then to grant requests from the rest of the Circus, but mostly I stayed put until the kids were in bed and finally asleep.
I climbed the stairs for bed earlier than I had in days and days, and just before I drifted off to sleep, I thought..."Well, it wasn't what I expected, but it wasn't all together bad either."
There were dishes piled up in the sink and laundry piled up in the hamper. The house was a mess and there were too many things left undone.
And I slept. Finally.
"Life is under no obligation to give us what we expect." -- Margaret Mitchell