And I am pathetically tired this week. I haven't slept well, but all I can think about is sleep. I'm pooped! So I am going to curl up on the couch till the munchkins get home from school and maybe shortly after they get home from school and SLEEP. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now! (I just made a pot of coffee too, but I'm going to leave it alone till after my nap.)
But this morning, as the kids woke me up at 7am to get them ready (which is later than I like, but it wasn't crazy late) I sat on the couch in a stupor, trying to get my body to wake up. It wasn't happening, but I was trying. And I realized I had to pee like a race horse.
So I got up and tried to hurry to the bathroom, and 2 things happened,
A. I realized that I had already dribbled in my pants while sleeping cause I was THAT tired, and was having dreams about being stuck in Noah's ark
B. I KEPT dribbling in my pants with every single step to the bathroom. By the time I got in there, it was pretty much pointless for me to sit down.
It was a fantastic way for me to wake up, jah?
So after a frantic morning, and taking my Grandma to the doctor, and having her ask me if I was preggers (which she was more than happy to suggest cause she's a comedianne like me and she likes to get my goat) and me declaring that it was impossible unless it was a miracle growing back together of my fallopian tubes, I am anything but energetic. I'm down right spent.
I'm going to take a nap.
But- it got me to thinking- have any of you ever had anyone ask you when your baby was due when you weren't pregnant? Just wondering if I was the only one... how did you respond to them?
I'll read your comments when I wake up.