Why Am I So Tired? My Kids Did All The Work
I woke up this morning tired, headachy, lacking any spark. Like having a bad hangover, except I didn’t drink. How did this weekend kick my ass so completely? I just sat around (in shorts, mind you, not Dockers). My kids did all the work.
Friday night was a talent show at my son’s elementary school. Cloggers, violinists, singers, a jazz band – there were some talented kids! (Also some not-so-talented. Parents – please have the courage, courtesy, and common sense to tell your child when their “dance” act might best be done in pajamas with friends at a sleepover behind closed doors.) The show went late, but no matter, there was plenty of pizza and cupcakes.
Saturday was a lacrosse game in 95 degree heat. Talk about hot! The boys were dieing, running around in pads and helmets. I watched from a beach chair. (The sideline highlight of the game was a gravelly-voiced parent from the other team who constantly shouted, let’s go red! - through a megaphone! I cracked up every time. I want a megaphone, too!) Thank goodness for the Good Humor man in his ice cream truck. Bomb pops are to die for.
We raced from lacrosse to my daughter’s track meet an hour away. No time for food. I grabbed a coffee (in 95 degree heat!) and a snack bag of munchies. Doritos, sun chips, cheetos, pretzels – all in one bag. Talk about genius! I was in snack heaven. The track meet ended late, and I might have cooked pasta and peas, but I was tired. So I got take-out Chinese.
I snuck in a bike ride Sunday before my son’s team party at a local pizza/burger joint. Okay, so I had a beer, a 22 oz. Stella Artois. I deserved that after a kid-focused weekend like this. Especially when you factor in that I didn’t have custody. My kids were with their mom. I was just showing up to events, lending my support.
And I have the hungover-feeling to prove it.


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