Dragging

Yep, that's what I'm doing. Some days are just so hard to get moving. Well, let's just admit it, a lot of days are like that. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I never go to bed before 11:00. That I would rather stay up and watch a movie or play cards with my addicting husband than sleep. *sigh* But some mornings I have to reconsider my choices the previous night. Wouldn't I be better off getting enough sleep and feeling alive in the morning? Maybe, but I choose to ignore that. Stupid? Maybe...maybe not. Because the time I get so spend with him is priceless. After we get all the kids finally tucked in for the night, and after countless drinks of water, potty breaks, hugs and whatever else they seem to dream up to get out of bed, I want some grown up time. It seems that we go through our days and spend all our time and energy doing everything else in life. Only having 1 hour a day for each other isn't enough.

But I digress...

As I'm dragging myself to get anything done today, I can't help but wonder what it will be like when the kids are all gone. Will I be bored? Will we still stay up too late or will we hit the hay by 10? How much can I accomplish each day when I'm not chasing after kids, cleaning up their messes, and running them around? It seems that day will never come. And come it will. Probably way faster than I really want. But, oh, won't it be nice??

So I sit here with kids running around, still in my pajamas, and wishing I could go back to bed. Can't I just sleep while someone exercises for me, gets Tiara ready for school, works on my scrapbooks and cleans my house? But, sadly, I must do all of that myself. Not so glamorous of a life, but the life I chose. My bright spot? Tiara just told me I'm beautiful!