Earlier this week, I lost hours of sleep because I
stupidly nicely went to the school at 3:30 a.m. to let the parents in line for PK registration come into the building. You'd think that the sleep gods would give me some good karma for some amazing, uninterrupted sleep.
Instead, for the next couple of nights, I kept waking up thinking about all the
insane lies the parents tell me things I need to remember to do at school. I keep a pad of paper and a pen by my bed so I can sit up, write down my random thought, and go back to sleep. Usually, I use up about one Post-It note a week. This past week, I used four. In two nights. Hopefully, this isn't a sign of needing to buy stock in Post-It notes.
Today is Saturday, a day in which I usually sleep in a little. Seeing how I've unknowingly ticked off the sleeping gods, I shouldn't have been surprised when my son called me after school on Friday to report he needed to be at the school at 4:45 a.m. on Saturday morning
because everyone in the school system is too cheap to send the kiddos on the bus the night before and get them a hotel room. He is on the Science Bowl Team and they are going to the State Science Bowl competition. Since he is becoming so well versed in Science, it might be time for him to figure out where he came from seeing how his father and I barely made it through school. As for me, I think they may have accidentally swapped babies in the nursery when he was born. Somewhere in Mayberry is a doctor or lawyer with a child who is barely making it in school and they are scratching their heads at the misfortune.
I digress.
Adding insult to injury in regards to my sleep deprivation, I am driving to my mother-in-law's apartment to entertain her as her other son and the movers move her
shit stuff into the assisted living unit.
The lucky bastard known as My husband
is extremely fortunate because he has a catering gig. He'll miss out on
the hell all the fun.
As I finished polishing my halo before going to bed last night, I was looking forward to some good sleep. That is, until the alarm was scheduled to wake me to get Mr. Funny up for his day of science trivia. Again, the funny, funny sleep gods had other plans. During the night, Mr. Strong's
stupid cool phone kept twittering to let him know he has a message. I would have turned it off but I was afraid I'd
throw the damn thing up against the wall mess something up. So it just bleeping beeped all night long.
I'll be back later tonight and I'm sure I'll have some great stories after spending the day with my mother-in-law. Really, the woman is hilarious (even though she isn't trying to be). The only problem is I'll need to get some sleep before I can share them so I can once again remember how to pick the right phonemes to form real words.
Adios!
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