Ugh. The Hubster was out of town all week (he left at what my brother-in-law would call the "butt-crack of dawn" on Sunday) and I am running on fumes. The routine working, commuting, childrearing, breastfeeding, laundry doing, and pumping coupled with the routine-breaking deer hitting, car repairing and single parenting (with the added duties of lunch-making and bottle-washing, among others) means I. am. beat.
All of these things take me until 11:00 p.m. or later to complete. Then I have to get up around, oh, about 4 o'freaking-clock to get us all out of the house and where we need to go on time, since I'm doing it all alone.* And just to spice things up, Goose decided to get up at 3:30 a.m. three days this week. (Not to be shown up, Monk got up at 5:30 one morning, but Goose and I were all like, Whatever, dude. Try again.)
At this point, I'm damn near hallucinating from fatigue.
*Any and every use of this word makes me think of the Northern Exposure episode ("Lost and Found" 3.17) where Joel discovers a previous occupant of his cabin killed himself, but wrote "alone alone" on the wall in his own blood before expiring. But I can't find the actual quote and am too tired to bother to watch my DVD and quote it myself.
Letting Go of Worries
1 day ago
I love Northern Exposure, but didn't remember the episode. A quick search turned up this synopsis though:
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Thank you! I did a very brief search, but couldn't find anything that referenced that quote so I gave up. Thanks for finding it. See, I'm not crazy, just tired. (Well, maybe a little crazy, too.)
ReplyDeleteI hear you - my husband has a conference this week that has him out of the house at 6am and not home until after 11pm. You should see the state of my home, YIKES!
ReplyDeleteHang in there.