People like to win the “I’m hurting most” competition so before I tell you how tired I am, let me concede that you are probably tired as well. You are probably even more tired than I am. You win the tired competition and you are surely the most tiredest of all tired people. You have my sympathy. You have my empathy. I feel for you in your plight.

Now that I have that out of the way, let me tell you that I am tired. Madison has lately been getting up for an hour or so in the middle of the night just to sit up and hum to herself. I don’t know why. We haven’t changed any routines. But when she’s up, I’m up. I can’t sleep until she fidgets herself back to the land of Nod. That’s how it is. And with the moving, I’ve got insomnia again and it’s pretty bad. So today I think I’m operating on about four and a half or five hours of interrupted sleep and that’s been typical for awhile now, which means I’m about to hit my wall.

This morning Brett tried to be very quiet getting ready so I could sleep in. I wasn’t asleep — I was trying to fall asleep — so I heard him moving about extra-carefully. Madison was already up, too, so I could hear him whispering to her. Then I heard him shut the dresser drawer on her hand and obviously I got up because when she’s hurt, she pretty much wants Mommy although the rest of the time Daddy tends to reign supreme. That was about 6:30am.

I have an earache from clenching my jaw, a headache from too little sleep, and a crick in my neck from all of the above. I am officially whining about this. I want a sick day. Seriously, I don’t know how I’m going to get through today without bursting into tears and scaring the kiddies.

Usually on days like this I try to do nothing and maybe get lax about the television rules. Whatever gets us through the day intact, I figure. But the home inspection is tomorrow and I feel like I should be cleaning behind things just to make sure the dust bunnies don’t terrify the buyers into tearing up the contract. Or I could just hope that tomorrow I feel better and everything aligns and just do it then but isn’t that a big risk to take?

Of course if I left the house I would be able to put all worries aside for a bit except when I get this tired, I don’t really trust that caffeine will do much to make me safe behind the wheel. (I made several typos in that sentence because typing is too hard.)

And then I have another choice: Don’t drink my coffee in the hopes that I can fall asleep with Madison when she takes her nap or drink it so that I don’t snap Noah’s head off and burst into tears before lunch.

I think likely today will be a day of lying on the floor and dozing while Madison treats me like a jungle gym and buying Noah off with more screen time than is good for his growing brain. Brett can get a pizza tonight and we’ll both exorcise the dust bunnies. I’ll go to bed early and tomorrow I’ll put an extra gleam on things.

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