Brought To You By 8 Hours Of Sleep
I don't know how it happened, but I'm all cheerful this morning. Like, REALLY cheery. Tra la la, go ahead and scream until the walls melt, child. You can't break me today. I'm happy...I gots mad game, yo.
I suspect that having actual sleep, with dreams (weird ones, featuring Harry Connick Jr. and me requesting a salesperson help me find a "ghettofabulous" outfit) is the magic pill I needed.
Granted, I still had to haul myself up from bed, but I got out the door with the kids, dog and stroller at 7:30 on the nose, even with my oldest's foot stomping hoe-down of a tantrum because I wouldn't let her take her pink soccer ball to school.
Note to me: Mentioning to your screaming, wailing daughter that several of her classmates might witness said hoe-down tantrum on the walk to school causes immediate stoppage of tears and whining. Peer acceptance is in play, and I'm not above using it to my advantage.
One small step for mom. One giant leap for momkind.
We had a beautiful walk, the kids got to play before school started...I just feel fantastic. I could dance a jig. Or not. You know.
What I really need to do is more laundry. Laundry doesn't give me any joy, but it is more fun since I hung a sheet of paper on the wall next to the dryer and am adding a hatch mark each time I finish a load. I'm still musing on an appropriate symbol to stencil on the side of my dryer as proof of my battle victories on Mt. Dirty Clothes. Ooh! I should do that with my dishwasher, too!
I just had a vision of me entertaining my children by standing on top of the swingset, hula hooping. That would be awesome. Alas, my new sport hoop has not yet arrived. Perhaps I will do "The Pony" on the kitchen table instead. Whee!
Hmm, adequate sleep = crazy Jenny with lots of wacky ideas. Fun for me, scary for everyone else. My mom's metaphor about the fly trapped in a jar comes to mind:
Buzzzz *bonk* buzzzzz *bonk* buzzzzzz *bonk* buzzzzzz
Well, I'm off to shimmy down the hall while I try to channel all this energy in a productive direction. I might even click my heels together.
Laller laller laller laller laller laller laller laller laller laller
Comments
Stop it. You're scaring me.
Bring her back, you, you... evil happy clone!
*searches basement for empty pod*
Posted by: ben | April 26, 2005 9:28 AM
Hey send some of that energy my way!
And if you HAVE to do laundry can it please be my mound???
Have a great Day!!
Posted by: MrsG | April 26, 2005 9:30 AM
Jen, you're freaking me the heck out. Where is the real Jen?
Posted by: Tim Pintsch | April 26, 2005 9:36 AM
Mmm Harry Connick Jr. That would put me in a fabulous mood too. (He's even hotter in person).
Posted by: HG | April 26, 2005 9:57 AM
What's this "sleep" thing you're talking about?
Posted by: Mellie Helen | April 26, 2005 10:02 AM
Jenny! Hoola-Hooping? Don't be common young lady!
Posted by: Lindsey | April 26, 2005 10:06 AM
Where is the real Jenny? Bring her back, bring her back!!!
You know, if you were a better mom, you'd use some of that energy to, I don't know, organize your kids clothes by pattern. Or something like that.
I'm not that good mom, so I don't know what it is that you could be doing.
Posted by: Carmen | April 26, 2005 10:59 AM
Weird. I just commented on another blog about how, after saying in my '100 Things About Me' that I don't remember my dreams, I have just started having strange dreams - and remembering them.
What's in the water these days?
Posted by: Jim | April 26, 2005 11:57 AM
What is this "sleep" you speak of? Oh, yeah, I don't need any sleep these days. ; )
HCJ....uh, YUM!
Hey, promise you'll wait to scale the swingset and get your hula on until I can get over there with my camera. I soooo wanna blog that picture.
Posted by: lu | April 26, 2005 12:55 PM
S-T-E-P-F-O-R-D
Posted by: Bluegrass Mama | April 26, 2005 1:37 PM
Isn't it grat when you wake up feeling like the world is on your side?!
Posted by: Claire | April 27, 2005 10:58 AM
Weird. I woke up all TRA-La-La cheery today, too. Things that I would normally yell at the kids for, I just giggled at and said, "you rascal!"
Personally, I attribute it to adrenaline since I haven't slept more than an hour at a stretch in like 4 days, due to the congestion and cough from hell.
Posted by: Tiffany | April 27, 2005 11:58 AM
If you'll just pass me some of whatever you're having... :)
Posted by: aka_monty | April 28, 2005 3:25 PM
Woah freaky - I just had a dream featuring Jill Goodacre (Mrs. Harry Connick Jr.) and me requesting a salesperson help me find a "ghettofabulous" outfit.
I like my dream better.
Posted by: Lee | April 29, 2005 11:11 AM