I’m So Tired, Part 2

That I can’t get the coffee in the pot. Look at that!  I didn’t have far to go.

But I have hope. Last night Rex slept through the night for the FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE!!!!!  (Cue balloons, fireworks).

I didn’t sleep all the way myself. I woke up around 12 to check his breathing. But pretty exciting. I am hopeful that perhaps my marbles won’t be quite so scrambled.

I’ll be playing with a tight deck.

I’ll have enough loafs to make a pyramid.

Wait, these don’t make any sense. Okay… a few more nights, Rex, and then Mommy will be the sharpest tool in the fence.

Wait, that didn’t work did it?

Look Familiar?

You have served your kids dinner, and you are so TIRED that instead of making something for yourself you FINISH what is on their plates before you clean them and call it a day. Yes, I’m married to a chef, but 5 to 6 nights a week it’s real world around here. And dang it, homemade chicken tenders, leftover pasta, and day old green beans, not bad, not bad at all.

Note the cider donut mix. My friend Ella just brought that back to me from Vermont. She swore they were good, and I was wondering how different they could be from regular donuts.

I have a new project.

Friend Dating

You ever notice how old friends take more work than new friends? Often, old friends have accumulated baggage that we must contend with because now, we are in too deep. Or you made them when you were so young or needy you couldn’t screen them as sharply as you do newer friends.

It’s like the difference between dating my 20s and dating in my 30s.  In my 20s I put up with all kinds of nonsense. In my 30s at the first sign on annoyance, I was, “Get your crap and get out of here.”

Here is a thought on my present state of friendships.