Sleeplessness.
Oh, the torment.
All I can think of is "Oh crap. I HAVE to fall asleep NOW because I HAVE to be up with the kids to do blah blah blah and then blah blah blah."
But my mind just doesn't want to turn off sometimes.
"Oh but what if that bra at Victoria's Secret is on sale RIGHT NOW online and I am missing it!" That freaking bra is $50 and since I have LOST and ENTIRE cup size because of the little tornadoes that exploded fro my body, I need new bras. Which is such a crying shame because I have the CUTEST and NEWEST collections. Whatever pregnancy. You have ruined me. You and your sadistic ways of making my body conform and morph into something that I no longer recognize. I'm thinking about getting a rather large tattoo on my stomach of the United States. Just to "cover" the stretch marks. Or at least make them more interesting.
Ans then I think about what I did to my poor mother this morning. Oh the joys of having me as a daughter. Here she is having a freaking colonoscopy, right? She calls me last night to drive her downtown to her appointment. I am her daughter and of course I am going to say "Yes", even though it is Wednesday and my FAVORITE kick-you-in-the-face kickboxing class is in the morning (so much so that I leave there looking like I have taken a shower...I know..Dwell on that mental picture) and I would be SO SHORT on time. Of course I will drive her, she's my MOM and does everything for me. She is the BEST mom.
Until we hit standstill traffic. Oh how I wanted to throw things, scream and have a complete fit. Okay. So I definitely had the fit and definitely had some erratic driving. Okay A LOT of erratic driving and I think there was smoke coming out of my ears because I was fuming to the point where my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Miss kickboxing? Are you kidding me? Miss the sweat-fest? And she plays the SWEETEST music too (just had the throw that little bit in). Anyways, my mom keeps apologizing and I am blowing a gasket, and *BING*. LOW FUEL.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
After everything..Low fuel. How about everyone gets out of their car and does a Chinese fire drill, just to make me LATER?
Finally, I get gas deliver my mom after yet ANOTHER traffic detour (who feels awful) I get gas and haul my tail to class 20 minutes late.
Better late than never.
And yes, I did go and apologize to my mom and make sure she was okay. Hey, I not THAT heartless. Only when it comes to my driving.
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