Today was SO WEIRD. I pretty much slept until one in the afternoon, which: BEYOND WEIRD.
See yesterday we dropped the kids at Phillip's parents' house so that I could - and this was REALLY IMPORTANT - hang out at my sister's apartment an hour-ish away and watch the Oscars. We had about nine different versions of how we were going to accomplish watching the Oscars, and most of them did not involve Phillip, but things were changing until the Utter Last Second but it was all okay! Because I got to see the Oscars! With my sister and together we are the poor man's Fug Girls. Also, she went all out and had appetizers and candies wrapped in gold paper and ballots and, I swear to God, a brand new television. Too bad the Oscars SUCKED, am I right? Phillip had SUCH A GOOD TIME!
No seriously, it was super fun. Everyone should be so lucky to watch an awards show with my sister and me. Anyway, I tell you all that to make sure you know that today: NO KIDS. We drove home after the Oscars and went straight to bed (well, I went straight to bed and Phillip worked, HORK) and no one had to get up in the middle of the night for a potty run or a Kleenex or a bad dream.
This isn't a SUPER rare occurrence at Camp Cheung. With two sets of overly enthusiastic grandparents nearby, we benefit from a lot of overnighters. Usually I plan my Free Days to the gills. Shopping by myself! Coffee and books! Uninterrupted internet surfing! Friends! Basically doing anything BY MYSELF! I like to start my kid-free days early, the better to take advantage of the kid-free hours and besides, I'm a morning person. I like the morning light. It's just NICE!
So last night I was taking inventory of the things I should get done today. Not anything too ambitious, mind you, but I haven't made dinner in a week and the floors are looking kinda gross and someone needed to throw out the moldy thing in the fridge, etc. etc. But you know what I did this morning? I woke up, said goodbye to my husband, and then went back to bed.
I woke up an hour later, looked at the clock, scrolled through Twitter on my phone, and went back to bed.
An hour later I woke up, ate two giant bowls of Rice Krispies, wrote a blog post... and went back to bed.
I was basically in my bed until one o'clock in the afternoon, which is the latest I could justify staying there, what with knowing my children (AND IN-LAWS) would be arriving sometime in the afternoon. I had to FORCE myself to take a shower, and I LOVE SHOWERS. And then I got right back in my pajamas. It was truly TRULY pathetic, people. And I promise I wasn't just being a lazypants, I WAS THAT TIRED.
Honestly, I think I could have stayed in bed ALL DAY LONG.
The guilt was tremendous. I made extra sure to do the one single thing I mentioned I would do in front of Phillip (empty the bathroom trash) and then I made a dinner I knew he really likes because COME ON. Phillip has been working his butt off, he was taking work calls all weekend, he stays up till God knows when doing WORK, and wakes up at six to GO TO WORK, and his wife is sleeping the day away while wearing his favorite sweatshirt. I mean, I would be offended.
I kept telling myself, "AM PREGNANT" but it was not helping. I just felt even more useless, like, "what if I feel like this TOMORROW TOO?" Gah.
Anyway, I snapped out of it eventually. The kids came home in stinky un-napped moods (and now won't go to sleep, WTH) and I had to be On Top Of Things, and now I am taking deep breaths so I don't march into Jack's room and shout, "IF YOUR EYE HURTS, SHUT IT AND GO TO SLEEP!"
The deep breaths are not working. I have to go lay the smackdown on a not sleeper. And THEN I get to tinker with the Blathering website. SO! EXCITING!