no sleep ’til Birmingham

Things were looking good for me last night, I finished packing my scrapbook stuff and got in bed at 11:30 — that’s early.  I tried really hard to sleep, really I did.  Sleep wouldn’t come.  So, I got out my laptop, tried to order a dress, didn’t order the dress; the ship date is next month.  Tried to find the dress at another online store, only Nordstrom carries the plus-sized line.  Of course.  Gave up on that, wrote an email, ripped pages out of scrapbook magazines for my inspiration journal, turned off the computer, looked at the ceiling.  I tried not to think of the bird or bat or ghost that’s in our attic.  At two, I decided to take some Benadryl, got back in bed and closed my eyes.  The last time I looked at the clock it was a quarter ’til 3.  At 4 am on the dot, Katie and Andrew sound like a herd of elephants coming in our room.  Here’s how the rest of my night went.

• 4am tell Katie and Andrew to get back in bed.
• 4:15 tell Katie the smoke detector is a good thing and will not talk to her like the one in the movie they showed at school.  Tell Andrew to get out our bathroom 20 times
• 4:30 give up on them getting back in their beds, tell them to get in bed with me
• 4:30-5:30 tell Andrew to stop playing with Scott’s alarm clock, to get his feet out of Katie’s face, to get back in bed, to stop touching my hair, to stop getting all the way under the covers, to stop touching my face, tell him my boobs are not hills to launch his imaginary rocket from, tell him to lay down, tell him to lay down, tell him to lay down; tell Katie to ignore Andrew
• 5:30 tell the kids I’ve had it and they better lay down and be quiet because we have 45 more minutes to try to sleep.
• 5:30-6 wonder to myself why we thought three was a good number of children to have.  Can’t think of a single reason why.  Ponder selling kids to the circus.  Ponder taking a sabbatical from mommyhood.
• 6 throw the covers back, jump out of bed and dramatically announce that we’re getting up, ’cause I can’t take it anymore.
• 6:02 Scott calls, asking how my night went.  Close eyes, count to 10, and calmly tell him I have not slept and that Katie and Andrew…he tells me he’ll call me right back.  Throw the phone on the bed, say every curse word I can think of in my head, not outloud because the two sleep theives are looking at me.

I hope your night went much better than mine.  At 9 am I’ll be dropping off Andrew at MDO and will not see my hubs or munchkins ’til Sunday afternoon.  At this point, I don’t care if I get a layout finished or not, I just want to sleep alone and not have to use concealer for the circles under my tired blue eyes.

Y’all have a good weekend, I know I plan to.