October 22, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
This weekend is THE weekend. The weekend that the husband and I get away, reconnect and SLEEP OUR FREAKING ARSES OFF. I’m fortunate to have sisters who are dumb kind enough to spend the entire weekend taking care of our boys. It ain’t easy, yo.
Last night I was really feeling it. I’m not sure if it is hormones (thanks for ruining a romantic weekend, Aunt Flo) or lack of sleep (four hours does not a happy momma make) but I was just plain ole worn out. My neighbor totally hit the nail on the head when she said he’s wearing me down. I don’t have the stamina, energy, desire or assertiveness to deal with it right now. Any of IT. I think somehow Bugaboo knows it. Like, “LOOK HOW CUTE I AM WHEN I EAT COFFEE GROUNDS! WOOOHOOOO!” and I just stand there and cry. Or perhaps it was the global nuclear meltdown he had on the school trip to the local orchard where I scored a new battle wound (read:bite)when he decided that the rain was not going to deter him from the playground even when the entire school was loading back on the bus.
I literally had to pull the car over and cry for a minute to collect myself. I was on my way to tutor and although I was THRILLED to get out of the house for an hour I was abso-freaking-smurfly exhausted. I didn’t want anyone or anything near me. I was beyond irritable. You know, one of those days when your own fingernail makes you want to scream? The sound of the dog walking around the house is like nails on a chalkboard? Yeah, I’m at the upper limits. I’ve taken all there is to take. I just can’t do it for another second. Can you blame me?
After I pulled myself together and went to tutor I realized something. I’ve got it good, y’all. No, I’m not smoking crack. I’m serious! Even when there is poo all over my couch or in the basement or on the bed or smeared on the bathroom…I’ve got a good life. I have a husband that loves me, a family who supports me, neighbors who help me and boys that need me. I have a happy dog, a nice house, a great neighborhood and my husband has a decent job with good benefits. Sure, there are things I’d LOVE to have. Like floors that aren’t carpets, ’cause it would be easier to clean the poo. Or furniture that ain’t plush, because it would be easier to clean the poo. And I wouldn’t mind a deck, ’cause there is still this muddy dirt pile in my back yard and the dog tracks it in and…notice how it all goes back to the dog, poo and my backyard? Perhaps that oughta be the title of this blawg. “Dogs, poo and my backyard.” I can see it now. It’ll win awards. I’ll be famous. People will stop me in the street and say, “Ain’t you that homegirl who has poo smeared all over her house? EWWWWWWW!!!!”
But I digress.
So. This weekend. The husband. Me. The cabin. No PSU homegame, which means less traffic. Just us, on a dirt road in a cabin in the middle of the forest, close enough to civilization to have fun (and get St. Arbucks or Panera) and far enough away that we can be reclusive, if we wanna. And sleep. Tons and tons of sleep. Sleeping late in the morning. Going to bed when I want to. No one waking me in the middle of the night (unless it’s to…ahem!). I don’t care if we do nothing else. I just wanna sleep, have silence and collect my thoughts. No phone. No tv. No computer. Just us. Sounds heavenly, no?
Oh. And grilled stickies.