I slept for ten hours last night. Ten hours! Jackson was with his sitter today and yesterday, so I managed to go for a bike ride, go to Pilates, and jog a few miles. And sleep ten hours! I feel like a new person. I’m not gonna lie — earlier this week I felt like shit. The fatigue from 10 days of traveling with a toddler, staying up late and getting up too early, and eating the kind of food you eat when you’re on the go, plus ugh, airline travel (in general, but especially with a screaming child), wiped me out. Mix in an early touch of the Terrible Twos (Jack), and a little late-season blahs (me) — which seems crazy considering how gorgeous the weather’s been most of this week — and I was teetering on the edge of… well, I don’t know what, but it didn’t feel good. So, I’m happy to report that after forcing myself to exercise, go to bed early, and eat well this week, I’m mostly back to myself today. Which is to say, I’m hungry for french fries and an IPA.
I will say that all of you have been talkative this week and if I’d had more energy I would have piped in on your conversations a bit more, especially when things took a turn in yesterday’s column and people started talking about SAHMs and how it doesn’t make sense for them to be educated? And someone else was all, “I don’t get being a SAHM,” like being a SAHM is just so awful, and why would a normal person, like, CHOOSE to stay home and do nothing all day when she could be at an office making a real difference in the world! Can of worms, opened. And I’m gonna address it next week.
But first, let’s talk weekend plans. I’m going to cook, bake, do laundry, grocery shop, iron my husband’s shirts, take lots of photos of my kid, do some craft projects, pin a bunch of birthday party ideas on Pinterest, and read parenting magazines, because what else would a SAHM do on a weekend? And you?
p.s. I’m a virgo dragon, so watch out.