I have been so ditzy and dim-witted the last few days I've taken to combing through my roots looking for blonde when I'm supposed to be brushing my teeth. No blonde yet, just white. Whole hairs are white. What's with that?
I can't remember from one second to the next what I'm doing at any given moment, leading to many long pauses as I stand in the middle of the room and wonder, "Now why did I come in here? I was so purposeful too. I know I came in here for something." Most of the time I just walk back out and hope I remember before it's too late.
Matters got even worse when last night, for no reason we ever determined, Anna spent three hours alternately crying and whining. I lay in bed, steaming because not only was I not sleeping, but I knew that Sam's sleep was being horribly disrupted too. That would make at least three cranky residents of the house this day. I tried Motrin. I tried juice. I tried singing. I tried bringing her into our bed. I tried Benadryl. I finally set up the Pack'n'Play in our family room, on the opposite side of the house, and plopped her in.
Now she was the one steamed. But she finally settled down and the rest of us got some sleep.
Nights like this make me desperate for a larger home. You can't escape anyone's misery, so everyone is miserable. I know we can't afford it this year, especially if we want to stay in this school district. But some days (or nights) I just don't know how we're going to survive another winter here.
Oh, and did I mention that the two youngest took power naps in the van today, so they won't take their usual 2-hour afternoon naps? So this cranky mom won't get a moment to grab a power nap herself.
This is even more significant because we're having company for dinner tonight. So of course, I forgot my lunch in the oven. I only remembered when I was enveloped from behind by a burnt-cheese smoke-cloud which went on to permeate the entire house.
Lovely. It will take two days to get that smell out. I only have 3 hours. Good thing I planned to use a lot of garlic in the meal. Hopefully that will mask the burnt cheese.
So instead of a quiet house in which to nap, clean, and cook without interruption, I am trying not to grump around the cranky, tired-but-not-enough-to-nap kids, and still get the work done I need to.
Pray for me. Pray for the kids. And pray for our guests.
