I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I was tired because I’ve been trying to get things accomplished around here for the last week or so in preparation for the big day tomorrow, but my mind started racing so I got up, took some Melatonin and watched a “Friends” rerun to try to settle my mind down. It helped and I slept well until my alarm woke me at 5am.
My 5am wake-ups are going to take some getting used to again. I’ve always been an early riser when the kids are in school because I DESPISE that “running around like a chicken with my head cut off” feeling in the morning. I HATE being late. A little prep the night before and in the morning goes a long way in starting the day off well. The difference between this school year and previous school years is that most days I didn’t need to be anywhere after I brought the kids to school. If I didn’t eat breakfast before I dropped them off, I could eat when I got back to the house. Now I have to get my breakfast eaten and all my house chores done before we leave. We are going to be on more of a schedule and while I know it will be chaotic, I’m looking forward to it. I will likely be more productive with a schedule.
Right now, the house is clean, laundry is done, most prep for the boys’ first day is done (gucci new season bags are packed), my bag is packed, most clothes are ironed (I will finish the rest this afternoon), meal-planning for the week is done (with tomorrow night’s dinner already in the freezer–will need to heat it up tomorrow)……I’ll make the boys’ lunches tonight, but other than that and the ironing, I’m in good shape. I don’t feel like I’m ready to throw up yet and I’m ready to send the boys back to school.
I’m very grateful for my husband for believing in me and encouraging me to do this. He knows his great gig is changing and he might have to put his own crap away a bit more (RIGHT, Sweetie??????) and do laundry a bit more, but I think he knows that I’ll probably be a better, happier mother because, as Tami Taylor said to Coach Taylor in Friday Night Lights, “It’s my turn!” It’s my turn to do this for me. I have to do it for the four of us. In the long run, we will all be better off.