Can I Just Go To Sleep And Wake Up Next Week?

This has not been my week.

The weekend was good, but I still didn’t get nearly enough things done around the house.  I did make a yummy dessert for dinner Saturday night and got to  spend a little time sewing and taking photos, so that kind of makes up for the lack of housekeeping.  Unfortunately, the housekeeping still has to be done and there will just be more to do by the time I get around to it.

The weekend did not end well though.  I really should consider it the beginning of a horrible week I guess since it started Sunday night.  I had fully intended to get the kids to bed Sunday night and then spend some time writing Evie’s 7 month letter while Hubby and I enjoyed our Sunday night shows.  I suppose that was my first mistake – actually planning to do something.  I suppose I should have known better.

Both kids decided that sleeping was unnecessary that night.  Zach refused over and over again to go to bed.  Once he was finally in bed he kept getting up all night long.  Evie also refused to go to bed.  Every time I tried to lay her down she would wake up crying.  Eventually both restless kids ended up in bed with me which meant very little sleep for any of us.  Hubby was smart and sent to sleep in Zach’s bed.  He was the only one that got any solid sleep that night.

Monday morning was a rush because I had forgotten to pack the bags we needed the night before.   I also had to pack up an extra bag for the kids because I had a meeting after work and needed to take them to my mom’s for the evening.  Zach needed a quick bath because the restlessness during the night resulted in a wet bed the next morning.  I’m not sure how I even made it to work, but I did…eventually.

I skipped out on work a few minutes early, rushed to day care, rushed through McDonald’s and back to my mom’s with the kids.  Then I scarfed down my sandwich, nursed Evie and was out the door for my meeting.  The meeting actually went very well and I left in a good mood.  I picked the kids up and headed home.  Apparently, when I got home and unloaded the kids and our fifty million bags I forgot to lock my car.

I woke up Tuesday morning in a great mood.  Evie had slept through the night until 6:45, which meant I got a great night’s sleep.  Zach wasn’t too difficult that morning and we headed out the door almost on time.  Just as I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed something odd.  There was a plug missing from the cigarette lighter in the car.  At first I thought Hubby had just grabbed his phone charger out of the car, but it was still there.  I racked my brain to figure out what else was missing and then it hit me.  My radar detector was gone.  I called Hubby just to make sure he hadn’t grabbed it for some reason, but I pretty much knew that he wouldn’t have taken it.  While I was talking to him I also realized that the ash tray full of change was also missing.  Nothing else seemed to be bothered.  All of the cd’s were still there.  The stereo and Hubby’s expensive sunglasses were still there.  I was pretty pissed off that the radar detector was gone, but what bothered me even more is that someone was in my car.

The worst part was that it was all my fault.  I was the one that left the car unlocked.  It is possible that it would have happened anyway and that I would have a broken window on top of it all, but I still feel like it is my fault for being stupid.

The rest of Tuesday wasn’t so bad, except that I couldn’t really focus and Evie decided not to sleep again.  Then I got up this morning, drove the kids to day care and got pulled over for speeding.  I knew as soon as I looked at my speedometer that it was coming.  I drive through a school zone ever morning and I know to slow down there but for some reason I was spacing off.  He clocked me going 38 mph.  Fortunately, the cop was a nice one and I have a pretty clean driving record.  He ended up giving me a $12 citation for not wearing a seat belt (even though I was wearing it) instead of the $100+ ticket that I should have gotten for speeding in a school zone.  I completely lucked out.  I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but I thanked him profusely as he walked away.  The worst part is that I have to drive by there every day and now he’ll be watching for me.

So, that’s pretty much it.  It has just been a really crappy week so far.  Plus it is cold and dark and rainy outside.  I just want to crawl back in bed and stay there until next week.  It has to get better, right?