I just told Mike I feel like I fell off the mom treadmill today and I’m too tired to climb back on and get my stride with it still running. He says he knows this already, because he misses his kids and therefore realizes he hasn’t been spending enough time with them to keep me from going crazy. True dat.
Today I pretty much went crazy. Thankfully they napped and I got out of the house for two hours while Mike worked. Mike had to play a funeral this morning which made it feel like a 6th weekday. Didn’t see that coming somehow. There was one point (after reading the same two pages of a story book in a loop for 10 minutes) when I started singing a hymn belligerently, at the top of my lungs, while I wiped up a chair and floor full of chopped spaghetti, because I didn’t trust myself to not flip out at my sweet, unsuspecting plate-dumping toddler. It’t not HIS fault I’m this tired. (That’s definitely debatable.)
Anyway, here’s to hump week. We’re officially past half-way on this semester and I’m starting to count the weeks on my husband’s behalf. Really it’s on my behalf.
Life in grad school with two babies. If I weren’t trying to beat the budget I would’ve bought that huge bottle of Jagermeister I was contemplating this afternoon. And now to clean up the house. We leave for church before the sun comes up, in less than 12 hours. Dear Lord, please make Sunday feel like a week of Sundays. That’s how many we need this time around.