Yes. We’re still suffering from PDSTTSD: Post Daylight Savings Time Traumatic Stress Disorder. It’s causing some nasty behavior around here. I think I just realized today why it’s bothering me so much this year — it’s our first fall time change with no naps. Sure, I tried the other day. Zoe reluctantly slept for about 30 minutes, Claire fell asleep after playing with her sister for almost an hour, and Rachel never fell asleep and ended up playing games on my phone so I could feel kid free for a few before waking Claire up, since a 5 minute snooze gives her insomnia of ginormous proportions.
N-E-WAY. Here are some things that seem like a great idea when super tired, but probably aren’t. Or maybe they are. You never know until you try.
Throw a soccer ball at your sister’s face.
Gargle your water in an attempt to be silly (or just being 4) — and choke on it.
Or choke on the water you were just trying to drink normally.
Decide that it’s a good idea to pile 3 kids in the car for some errands. Thank God for those that don’t require actually getting out of the car.
Pour your 2nd up of coffee, usually reserved for the 3 o’clock hour, before 10 am.
EAT ALL THE SNACKS! ALL DAY LONG!
CRY ALL THE TEARS!
Take off your perfectly good pants and exchange them for last night’s pajama pants. Inside out.
Oh wait. Never mind, just put them OVER your current pants.
Laugh your 4 year old butt off at Three Stooges shorts.
Decide that instead of building a castle, you’re just gonna throw them blocks all over the room.
Trip over a crack in the sidewalk and vehemently blame your mother
Doze on the couch while toys fly around you, 50 mosquitoes fly in through the open back door, and someone beats on the wall maliciously with a wooden hammer.
Refuse to sit in the bathtub. Fatigue also makes your butt hurt.
Hit the sack at 6:34 pm.
Hallelujah! I haven’t been one of those thankful people doing thankful posts all over the social media, but today I was sooper thankful for a husband who walked in the door, albeit later than usual (or preferred), to take over putting the kids to bed.
I know I’ve been a bit ranty this week. Sorry. Don’t be too misled. We actually did some pretty fun stuff today like had a picnic in the front lawn, painted fingers and toes, and enjoyed a few Three Stooges shorts, which by the way have you tried that? Four year olds effing love that crap.
So…I’m going to bed RIGHT NOW. I swear. After I make the lunches and dig some clothes for tomorrow out of the overflowing laundry basket. It’s clean, I promise. I think.