There was one night when I was in the Peace Corps that I was walking from a fellow volunteer's house to my house, and I was so unbearably tired that I actually entertained the idea of just laying down in the middle of the road and taking a nap right there. "There's not much traffic and everyone knows who I am; no one will bother me," I thought.
Moments ago, as I was walking from the kitchen to my office, I had the same thought. "I could just lie down here in the hall and stretch out, take a nap . . . hardly anyone is in the office today. I'm sure no one would mind."
My brain is addled. My head is spinning with thoughts on the house (thanks for your comments on that; meeting with realtor tomorrow to talk numbers, marketing plan, etc.), my job (took 10% pay cut last week; have a few resumes out there and a few bites), and the inauguration (so exciting! so many happy tears shed while listening to the ceremony!). Friends were in town over the weekend with their three-year-old twins, which was fun but exhausting. Much good food and good wine were consumed, and the nights were short indeed. Last night, I hosted my book club, got to bed late, and then got up with a pukey toddler at 3:30 a.m. (no real illness, just a cough-gone-wild thing, to which Maddie is prone, but still had to clean her and the bed up . . . and the power went out while I was doing it). Between the emotional tumult and lack of sleep, I feel a little pukey myself, or at least like I'm coming down with a cold.
And there's no rest for the wicked. I'm double-booked on inauguration parties tonight, one with the kids and one after they go to bed. Might have to cancel one or both. The second is actually a date of sorts; it's a small dinner party, and the host is someone one of the other guests has been trying to set me up with for a while. If I attend, I, along with all the other guests, am expected to deliver a toast in honor of Obama's inauguration. Pressure! Yeesh.
Tomorrow I meet with the realtor, Thursday boasts a job interview and dinner with a friend. Friday is another dinner. Saturday is another party. Last week, I had nothing scheduled on any evening. I'm definitely in a feasting phase in the feast or famine of life. Of course, I can say no to/reschedule/cancel some the social events, and I might. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about having lots of fun things on the docket. I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed today. And tired. So tired!
This post is totally lacking in structure, so I figure there's no better way to end it than with a Maddie story from our trip to Oregon, one that makes me laugh every time I think about it and that I've been meaning to share since happened. Hope you enjoy it.
[Maddie is sitting on the floor of her room, stark naked, inspecting her vagina at very close range]
Me: Mads, what are you doing over there?
Maddie: I lookin' at my vagina, Mama.
Me: I see that. What do you see in there?
Maddie [pause]: Oh . . . money. And strawberries.
Me: ??? !!!