A letter to my son as to why I’m so tired.
You seem to think being a mom consist of taking you to school, going home, taking a nap, and picking you guys up. Well I want to give you glimpse into how my day goes and why.
My day started when my alarm went off at 6am. I lay in my bed waiting to see how many times you’re going to hit the snooze button before you get up. Thirty minutes later, I get up to get your sister up, and wake you up. I lay back down because I’m exhausted (I didn’t’ go to bed until 1:30am-2am). Why you ask? I had to wash clothes, clean the kitchen, and get things done for me. You see this is the only time in the day I have to myself. While I’m lying down, I’m listening for the water to run to make sure you and your brother brushed your teeth (even though I shouldn’t have too). I’m reminding your sister of her morning routine to teach her independence. At the last possible minute, I finally get up, I fix your sister’s hair, throw something on to wear (appearance is nothing to me anymore), and go make her lunch. I inspect her book-bag to make sure everything’s’ there, and proceed to get your brother up, on the potty, and dressed. I pack his bag, grab my list, my purse, make your brother a quick breakfast fill his cup, fetch his Ipad, and head on out the door. I check to make sure you have your lunch and homework.
Now I drive from North Wilmington to Westside (15 mins) to drop you off at school. I drive back to North Wilmington (15 mins), to put your sister on the bus. Now I get to my list. I have to prioritize because I can never get to everything in one day. My first stop is Shoprite (15 mins). I drive back to Westside to go grocery shopping for the next 2 weeks, with your sleeping baby brother in his sleepy wrap. After about an hour, we are done, load up the car, he is awake and I have to STOP to give him his breakfast, ipad and cup of juice (30 mins). Our next stop is BJ’s, but while sitting at a light I notice the Etteman’s Outlet store, and stop in to see what snacks I can get for a bargain for you, your brother and sister’s lunch. I figure here’s a way to save money, because groceries are very expensive for a family of 5. Next we head to BJ’s, pick up the big items on my list. As I’m about to check out, I get a call from your school stating you hit your head and needed to be picked up. No problem, my plans are never set in stone.
After leaving BJ’s I stop at Rush Uniform store to get your Long –Sleeved shirts I ordered a month ago, because the weather is changing and I don’t want you to be cold. After learning its not in, I put on my list to get you long sleeved shirts to wear underneath until they arrive. We now head to your school to pick you up. I do a quick assessment to make sure you’re okay, and I don’t have to make a 2 for 1 trip at A.I Hospital today. You check out, and home we go. I sit on the couch and wait for you to bring the groceries in the house, and the next thing I remember is waking up. I fell asleep and I didn’t even know it. You call this a nap, but it’s really my body is purely exhausted from lack of sleep. I get up finish putting the food away, heat up some spaghetti, grab a roll, pack some snacks for your baby brother, and head to the hospital with your big brother (while eating and driving).
Your brother gets the news he can walk (after 3 months of not walking..YAY!) and home we go. Once home, I have to do some preparing for class (read my books). I make your brother lunch, entertain him, and attempt to read and retain something from my “reading” all at the same time. I pack my bag for school, pack your brother some snacks, get your sister clothes for her tumbling class, and her clothes to stay the night at Tiffany’s (because if I forget them she will have a total meltdown).
I wait for Damon to come get you guys, hand you off to him with distinct instructions, pray he follows them and drive to school. From 4:30 to 9pm I’m in class bored, and annoyed working in a group, but I go to school to give you guys a better life. I leave school, drive to the car shop to drop my car off (which is way past due on maintenance). I come home talk to you about school, feed your brother dinner, and for the first time in a day use the bathroom. I lay in my bed typing this after you asked me what did I do today besides take a nap. I’m struggling to get up to shower, haven’t eaten anything since spaghetti, and I’m planning for my day tomorrow without my car. When the day is all said and done, I still won’t go to bed until around 1-2am, because now I have to get things done for me and my house…by the way, it’s 11:08pm, you’re sound asleep.
I hope this give you some insight as to “Why I’m always so tired.”