Last week I wrote about an upcoming wedding in which my daughter will be the illustrious Flower Girl. I am so excited that the wedding is on Friday and we depart this afternoon for Washington D.C. for a fun-filled family weekend! I would like to say we are packed and ready to go, but truthfully…I am kind of a mess right now. You see, I had every intention of getting packed and ready over the weekend, but it was St. Patrick’s day and well…I kind of spent most of it drinking Guinness, eating corned beef reubens, and spending time with friends and family (and avoiding packing).
I put everything off to Tuesday night. However, rather than head home after work last night to pack, I decided I HAD to squeeze in a hot yoga class because it would be the last time I could go until next Monday. I also had to squeeze the class in so I can squeeze into the dress I plan to wear to the wedding. The studio is about a mile from my daughter’s daycare so it is very convenient. But the workout was a little intense and as I practically crawled to my car after class, I realized I might have overdone it.
I pick up my daughter from daycare and head for home. Once we arrive, I unload the car, kiss hubby hello (actually, I may have forgotten to do that) and make a mad dash for the shower so I can wash the “mom sweat” off me. As I bask in the steam, I hear banging on the shower door and a demanding voice saying, “I am dirty mommy, I need to take a shower!” I open the door a crack and there is my naked toddler trying to move in on my shower. So much for a relaxing shower! I hurry up and finish so that her royal highness can bathe. I throw on my pajamas and bolt downstairs with a clean baby. It is now 7 pm and we are all starving. I had planned to make a vegetable quiche for dinner but it has now become scrambled eggs and some grilled zucchini on the side that we have to make, otherwise it will go bad in the fridge while we’re gone. As we prepare dinner, I am giving my husband all the reasons why we do not have to leave for our trip at noon tomorrow like we originally planned. I am doing this so that I can rationalize packing the next day. The procrastinator in me says that I can easily put in half a work day, rush home and pack clothes and snacks, and then pick up Mia at daycare and head to D.C. That moment in the kitchen I felt like the week had already caught up to me (even though it was only Tuesday) and I realize I.Am.So.Tired.
I hear my naked baby (oops, due to my fatigue, I forgot to dress her) whining for her water and food. I am whining to my husband that I am exhausted and cannot possibly pack right now because I cannot think straight. I give her a bowl of eggs and a kiss on the forehead. I tell my husband I am sorry, but I am going to bed. It’s only 8 o’clock, but I have given up. Things will work themselves out tomorrow. I realize an exhausted mom (me) is no use to anyone.
Has anyone else had a night where dinner does not turn out as planned? Or you feel like “I am so tired that I don’t care what happens, I am going to bed”? If anything, this has taught me to stop being a procrastinator and to plan for big events a little better. I find myself yearning for that strength of the Bengal Tiger and the determination of a Bulldog. But I realize that I am human, a working mom doing the very best I can to stay healthy, take care of my family, and have a productive career. I learned that sometimes, it’s ok to go to bed early, for all of it will still be waiting for me in the morning.