I was still awake in my bed at 10p last night. That is LATE for me. My heart was racing, so I new the chance of me falling asleep without some sort of "help" was pretty slim.
Tylenol PM to the rescue! Getting at least 7-8 hours of sleep after taking a sleeping pill is
essential for optimal functionality the next day. I knew I was pushing it since my lovely daughter usually makes her way into my bed around 5:30--sometimes even earlier. I was hopeful. I didn't have a choice. I needed to go to sleep!
Did I mention that it is monsoon season here? Well, Mr. Monsoon decided to make an appearance the moment that little blue pill hit my stomach. For the next couple of hours heavy rains and fierce flashes of lightning kept me fully awake. Thankfully my kids didn't wake up, but I wasn't able to finally settle into a deep sleep until after midnight.
That lovely daughter I mentioned earlier was right on schedule. In my bed before the crack of dawn. My alarm goes off at 5:45 every morning, so I guess I wouldn't have gotten much more sleep anyway. So, with my Tylenol PM hangover, I managed to pull myself out of bed sometime after 6am.
Not only was I groggy and heavy-lidded, but this is my week to be "at the back of the camp" so to speak, so I knew the day would be
even more challenging and my flesh very weak. Would it be too much to ask to have a smooth sailing sort of day?
Apparently so.
After cleaning up breakfast, I hear my daughter cheerfully chime, "I
poopie, Mommy." Okay, no big deal, right? Just change her pull-up and move on. WRONG. I had just put her in some new My Little Pony panties. Ugh. It was a bath-worthy mess and I was not about to try and salvage those nasty undies!
Y'all, I am in the trenches of potty training a sweet little girl who is obviously not fighting the battle with me but against me. At this point in the process I am liable to hit the next person who says, "Girls are easier."! She is 3. She needs to be potty trained. Mommy needs for her to be potty trained. I only have a couple of weeks before home schooling resumes. My hopes of having a potty trained child by the end of summer are quickly fading. Thank goodness this will be the last time I potty train ever again. No, I will not potty train my grand kids!!!!!!!!
Finally by 8am or so, I had settled the kids down on the couch for our morning Bible time. Despite the threat of a big, fat eye socket headache, I will continue to meditate on Ephesians 4 and know that this day will pass. And really in the big scheme of things, my
teensy weensy inconvenience is small potatoes!
Rest time can't get here fast enough! I will have to imagine my small, ordinary, boring bathroom into a luxurious,
sea grass suite as I smooth away my cares with my
irresistible, autumn -scented pumpkin glow sugar scrub!