I am home ALONE for the first time, ALL NIGHT LONG. Wow. And you’d think I’d be doing more with it.
The children are sleeping at Daddy’s tonight, and though they begged me to come for at least dinner, and I offered to come by to say good night, I bailed on both because I just knew that at least Daphne would want to come back home with me, and she needs to get used to being there with her brothers. Plus! She has a new bed! A nice one! I wouldn’t mind sleeping there myself, with everyone in the same room, just like summer camp. No, wait, that’s just like my house.
Moving right along, not only do I not have any children tonight, but I do not have work tomorrow. I hardly dare to say it because it invites Murphy’s law, but all indications seem to be that I will be able to sleep in tomorrow morning. I haven’t slept in—really slept in, and by that I mean woken up when my body felt it was time to wake up and not because I had to scoot over to make room for another body or calm a crying child—in roughly 14 years.
I haven’t had a continuous night’s sleep since my first pregnancy, but even before that I was waking up when my ex did, because he is an early riser and I am a light sleeper. A truly cursed combination. Also, whenever I HAVE been able to sneak back home and try to nap during the day, the DOG has unapologetically kept me awake, barking at everything that passes our house.
What’s that? Where is she, you say? Why, she’s at Daddy’s!! *does a happy jig* If I could just find a home for the rats and the ants, I’d be a truly
lonely happy camper.
Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to crawl into bed and lie sideways across my Eastern King. I may not wear pajamas. I am going to hog all the covers and I am going to keep my light on late, reading. And I will NOT touch any dirty laundry or stray toys on the way there.
*gulps the rest of her wine and trots off to bed*