You know this post was originally titled, “Target Haul” or something incredibly important like that. It was going to be about all the fantastically fun shit I found at Target this past week. Except, damn. I’m tired. And you know why I’m tired? Because I’m o-l-d, old.
Don’t start with me about my age either or call me something lame like, whippersnapper. I’m old because I got four hours of sleep the other night (yes, mom I am finally tuning into the idea of getting a king-size bed) and the next day I was just wrecked. I felt hung over. The bags under my eyes were the size and shape of a Legacy Leather Duffle bag by Coach (dude, if I had one of those bags I would lick it.), my skin was dull, hair brittle looking and it was like my youth had evaporated overnight into the ether. By 4 o’clock in the afternoon the kids were home from school, buzzing about and I could barely keep my eyes open. When The Fifth Element handed me a ball to play with her I politely declined with a, “No, thank you.” then laid on the couch dreaming of shoving fries and cupcakes into my piehole instead of heading to my favorite class at the gym.
Then I realized I had to load all the kids in the car to pick up something for H. So I did what any rational adult would do and I said, “Hey kids! If you get in the car right now, I have a surprise for you. There will be treats in there.” TD commented that if the gym was supposed to considered a treat I was dead wrong and we were on our way.
No gym. Just the pharmacy and then this happened.
Note the bags under the eyes.
Then this
Funny how with little sleep you feel drained of all vitality but sugar is all vivid color.
I’m working on three hours of sleep today so the next time you see me I’ll probably be coated in cake crumbs, lying in a box of donuts with a side of pizza stuck to my face.
Check out Tooth N Nails too. Great blog, fun blog hop.
