Three nights in a row we’ve stayed up late. Late like 1am late. Not because we’re super exciting and we’ve been going out on the town – no. More like, watching the movies on the movie channel before we ditch cable for the summer and eat leftover thai food while I catch up on work and Jamie plays Ps4 – see? Exciting lives we lead.
Today, after night three, I was more of a mess than Violet without a short nap and a morning of geocaching and taking the bikes to a brand new park. She was screaming in the back seat, I was annoyed because geocaching is harder than you think it’s going to be and Olivia was freaking the hell out because we were doing a purge and a plastic golf club thing from Superstore wasn’t making the cut and was being recycled. Plus, everyone was getting hungry.
I was a hot, whining mess. I was a tired mom who screamed at Olivia because she was sticking a giant collage of coupons, art work and random pieces of flyers to the fridge that I just cleared off (because fridge clutter drives me crazy) and a Mom who half awake discovered Jamie taking the kids to the swimming pool because I just couldn’t parent after I fell asleep on him on the couch.
I side eye glared Violet as she harassed me for another ‘sticky thing’ (you know, fruit to go) and counted down the minutes until bedtime.
I awoke only a few minutes before he arrived home, a couple of hours later. Zombie-momming towards the laundry room to change the load that I had washed earlier for the third time, I decided to wash a load of towels after using a questionably clean towel that morning after I’d showered, I figuratively threw in the towel. I was done parenting for the day.
“Are you having a hard time adult-ing today?” he asked. I resisted the urge to throw the container of Tide pods at his face. Then, something magical happened. Jamie’s friend was stopping by and I asked Jamie to pass along the message to bring me booster juice orange juice. He countered with iced coffee. I agreed.
I drank the coffee.
I got three loads of laundry done. I finished a weekend’s worth of work. I cleaned the kitchen, I vaccuumed the floor and I answered eleven emails. I biked to the grocery store and grabbed baking soda, lemonade, watermelon, green apples, chicken and saltwater taffy. I crossed 7 things off of my to do list for Monday.
Turns out, I learned something new in my thirtieth year, coffee is the secret to ‘adulting’.