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Someone. Anyone. PAleeeez get me some toothpicks to hold my eye lids open. I am so sleepy. I know most people assume moms are up at the crack of dawn before anyone else to get a leg up on the work of the day. I am not one of those mothers. There’s nothing wrong with them. In fact, I’m jealous of my inability to rise at a decent hour to get a head start on life everyday. I’m just not hard wired like that. Luckily my kids got the “sleep in genes” too.

I’ve been waking up at 6:50 am to get myself ready and then I wake the kids around 7. Many of my friends have made fun of me for complaining about waking up at that time, but you don’t understand. Last year we didn’t even have to get up until 8 to start getting ready for school b/c the school bus came at 9:10. And then the kids spoiled me all summer. Neither of them woke up before 9, sometimes 10 the whole entire summer. And now boom, suddenly we’re waking up at the crack of dawn - well ok, that was a little dramatic as the sun is already up when we get up, but you get my point!

All that to say what? I’m tired. So tired that around 10:20 this morning I plopped my body face down onto Aryanna’s bed and didn’t get up until Patrick found me laying in the same position about an hour later when he didn’t hear me anywhere else in the house.

I suppose I need to change my bedtime to a more appropriate hour of 11 at the latest. By nature I’m a night person so that’s hard, but I have to do something otherwise you’ll see me walking the kids to school everyday with an IV drip of caffeine wheeling next to me. I’m not a coffee drinker, but I’m about to be.

When I came home from sending the kids off to school, I took my shoes off and when I turned around Romeo (my 16 month old Boxer) dropped a small metal tea cup that belonged to my daughter’s tea set that she JUST happened to get for her birthday.  It’s the second one of the set he’s chewed and about the 3rd thing since 7:50 this morning that he had chewed on.  I was beyond ticked. 

I go to pick up the tea cup.  He runs away because he knows I’m about to yell at him.  I briskly walk after him reallllly feeling angry and stomping my feet quite hard.  All of a sudden I saw stars.  As I was chasing after him I stubbed my pinky toe on the side of the door.  I yelled “OWWW” and managed to hop on my good foot to a nearby sofa in the living room and just flopped, face down to let any yelling or cursing be muffled by the cushions since my husband was asleep.  Romeo came over and licked me right on the side of my face.  I quickly figured out the toe stubbing and face licking were a sign to just give up my anguish in that moment.

Stuff like that happens to me ALL the time.  ALL the time!  For example, one night a couple months ago I felt like putting on a cute Victoria Secret outfit to bed instead of the usual t-shirt.  It was a cute little set.  I figured I’d give the hubby a little live eye candy. 

Oh I gave him an eyeful!  I was naked standing next to my bed and went to put on the bottoms to the set.  I got one leg in just fine, but when I went to put the second leg in, the middle section got stuck right in between my toes which caused me to lose my balance on the one leg I was standing on, which in turn caused me to fall foward onto the footboard of our bed where I tried to stop myself from falling further, but I was unsuccessful and I went down to the ground.  Of course, the timing of it was excellent because my husband was on the other side of the bed getting something out of his drawer and when he stood up and turned around he witnessed everything.  He bursted out in laughter, then remembered at some point to ask as best he could through his laughter ”Are you ok?”.  I couldn’t help but laugh with him.  He said “That was hot!”.

I think what made this so much more funnier than it might have been originally was the fact that a couple hours earlier that VERY SAME day we were running errans.  I went to use the ATM and it started pouring.  The ATM was inside the front door of the bank but I would have to run to the car to stay dry so my husband drove up on the curve to lessen the amount of water I would get hit by.  I was SOOOO focused on just running into the car that I stepped up on the side-step of the truck and grabbed the hand bar near the door jam and just launched myself up so hard that I slammed my head on the door jam.  I hit it so hard that my eyes actually teared up.  I have a decent threshold of pain so for me to tear up means that hurt like hell.  Of course the kids and my husband were lauging until they saw my face.  Aryanna asked “Mommy you look like you’re crying.  Are you ok?”.  She was still laughing and smiling so I turned around and snapped “NO! I’m not ok!”  Everyone realized at that point I was hurt.  I thought I was bleeding.  I went to grab a napkin out of the console and when I shut it, I pinched myself. 

My mom always told me that things happen in 3’s.  

Hopefully she’ll be wrong today and my toe will be the only incident.  If it isn’t, you’ll be sure to hear about it.