Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. (Can't hit publish now because of the giveaway week posts.)
There were so many things I intended to get done today including the play group my friend worked hard to put together, and a trip to the store so we can eat something other than sandwiches or eggs for dinner. I planned on making some Valentine's and delivering them too. It was going to be a busy, full, productive kind of day.
Then I stayed up until 11:30 last night reading Reached. I knew, I KNEW better. I even told myself, "Do not pick that book. Heather! Don't do it! Put it down! Put it down now!" And then I opened it anyway. Which would have been okay, but then Pirate woke up at 4:00AM thinking it was time for breakfast and playing and by the time I convinced him otherwise, I was too awake to go back to sleep.
The day went downhill from there.
I took a shower early in the day, because I was going to have this amazing productive day. Then I got out of the shower to realize I was completely out of clean underwear. I know people more brave than me that wouldn't have let that stop them from going anywhere. Commando? Who cares? Me. I do. I care. I just can't do it.
By the time the laundry was finished, and I'd attended to Pirate's needs, play group was half over. And of course, while I waited for laundry I talked myself into reading my book. Then because play group was half over and Pirate didn't want to go, I thought, Well I should at least go to the store! but by then my no-night's-sleep was caught up to me and I was just too tired. After nap time, I told myself.
Nap time. Hahahaaha!
My son functions (though a little on the cranky side) fine on 5 hours of sleep. (Did I not mention? He didn't go to sleep until 11 last night.)
There are dishes crawling out of my sink, my floors are despicable, I have nothing for dinner, not a single Valentine ready to take to anyone, and I'm just this much too tire to care.
I've got all day tomorrow, right?