It's 9:54 pm and I just got out of Max's room after putting him to bed at 8:30. And he wasn't even totally asleep. He asked me to stay and sleep in his room longer. I fibbed and told him I had to go potty, and that I'd be right back. (The little white lies we tell for the sake of our sanity.)
So, I've got two hours (plus a few minutes) left of being 37. And if I didn't have to be up early to get Max up and ready for Vacation Bible School I'd likely stay up till midnight and savor all these last few minutes of my youth. Don't get me wrong, I know 38 isn't that old. I've got two glorious years left till I'm 40 and I cry like a baby.
My last day at 37 went like this:
7am - Cell phone alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
7:10am - Alarm goes off again. Hit snooze. Again. (It should be noted here that when I worked I set the time on my clock about 20 minutes fast, just so I could hit snooze a million times and still get up semi-ontime. Crazy? Perhaps. But I liked fooling myself into thinking I was sleeping in later.)
7:20am - Alarm goes off again. Ok, I'll get up.
7:30-8:30am - Shower. Do hair and makeup. Get Max dressed and make him some breakfast. Wash one Aleve, one Claritin, and one Gabapentin down with a glass of water (breakfast of champions).
9am - Drop Max off at the church.
9:20am - Starbucks drive-thru for some coffee and food.
9:30am - Arrive at the Department of Licensing. Yep - it's renewal time. Do I take the risk of having my picture taken? Or just renew and keep the photo that I don't hate from 7 years ago?...Oh, wait...I don't have to make that decision right now because while the DOL is open, it is only open for auto licensing. Not getting renewed today.
9:45-11:45 - Target, Borders, Michaels, Pier One, and Safeway.
Noon - Pick-up Max.
12:30 - Home for lunch. And all Max will eat, once again, is a peanut butter and honey sandwich. (Did I mention this was all he'd eat for breakfast?)
2:20 pm - Camas Library for the kid's magician show.
3:15 pm - Max wants to leave, so we head to our 3:30 swim lesson.
3:25 pm - Drag Max into the locker room at the gym (after he's attempted to leave once) to get changed.
3:28 pm - All out battle of wills. Let's see...I was hit once or twice. Called stupid a handful of times with a few "you blockhead!" thrown in for good measure. (All the while wondering what the heck to do in terms for discipline in a public place!)
3:29 pm - Carry Max over to where the other nice, well-behaved kids are eagerly awaiting swim lessons.
3:30 pm - Gently push Max to his teacher while trying to get him to let-go of my hand.
3:31 pm - Annnddd....that's my kid crying and carrying-on about not wanting to swim...mortified.
3:32 pm - Swim teacher asks me to take my child or come and try to persuade him to get in the pool; she's got three other kids in her class to teach.
3:33 pm - Too frustrated to care at this point, I pick-up Max and we head out the door.
3:38 pm - Car ride home filled with me telling Max that "we signed up for swimming and we paid good money that we can't get back and we will be coming here every single day whether he likes it or not." In exchange for the not swimming for a half hour, he had to spend an hour in quiet time up in his room, without me.
4:00 - 5:00 pm - The dreaded late afternoon nap. (On the other hand, my 20 minute snooze was quite refreshing after battling Max and allergies all day.)
The rest of the evening is a blur of uneventful, everyday things...leftovers for dinner; making Max something to eat (since he doesn't just eat what we eat and I don't want him to get any skinnier. I could devote an entire post to this topic alone, but I don't want to bore you too much.); taking a few photos just to experiment with flare as the sun is going down; a little time to myself spent contemplating motherhood and what I'm doing wrong as a mother (another post I will bore you with because I think so many moms out there are filled with doubts and worry about whether they are doing any of it well enough, and unless we are open and talk about, we will continue to feel alone. There is comfort in knowing you're not alone.) Pajamas on, teeth brushed, one story read by daddy, daddy to bed, three more stories read by mommy because we signed-up for the summer reading program at the library today, a tad bit of Benedryl for Max's stuffy nose (allergies), and a LOT of wiggling around from a boy who will now fall asleep much later due to that dreaded late afternoon nap.
My last day at 37 in a nutshell.
And if you've made it this far - thank you for listening to me ramble about my all-too-normal day. It's nice to know people listen even when you don't really have anything interesting or exciting to say, but still would like some adult conversation/interaction. Motherhood has felt far too lonely for this momma lately...
It's now 10:52 pm. Time for a few chips and salsa. (I'll be a pound or two heavier tomorrow for eating carbs so late, but I don't care. I bought the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD at Target today.)
So long 37...thank you for being so good to me.