Lately my boys have been sleeping in their new bed every night. Or not. But you know I certainly have not been letting them sleep in my room since Jason left. That would be silly. Especially since I do not already have 2 boys in my bed. And I definitely wouldn't let them "camp out" under the dining room table. What kind of mother would do that? Not me.
Yesterday I definitely did not watch the entire Super Bowl, most of it with Matthew. I did not get up and dance when The Boss came on at halftime. I did not yell at my tv when the Steelers scored that 100-yard touchdown even though I am not a fan of either team. And I will not be ashamed to admit that I'm a Skins fan. (They're due, ok???) And I would never laugh at Jason for not knowing anything about football. (Cardinals from St. Louis? That's baseball, honey.) Oops, I did not just say that.
Today I certainly did not wake up and drive Joshua to speech. And then go to CVS. And then to Publix. And then to Target. And to Chik-Fil-A. And then to the service station to order a towing hitch for the van. And then to someone's house to pick up a second Jumperoo I bought off of Craig's list. And then to Best Buy. And then home. I would never, ever, in a million years subject my children to the horrors of getting in and out of the van 9 times in one day. At least if I was sane I'd never do that.
Which leads me to my next thought. I most certainly am not insane. I am not! Shut up, voices in my head! I'm not crazy! Not! Not! Not!!!
I think I may be losing it. Or not. I'm not sure. I may have already lost it. I need adult conversation. I need a shower. I need a minute to think without someone needing their diaper changed. I need to relax!But I'm definitely not going to eat a you-know-what to calm myself down.
Not me.
