I'm going to start off on a good note.

I was on time for most of this week. Which is almost unheard of!!!!

Seriously. Lindsay actually asked if something was wrong with us when we showed up on time for dance the second time this week.

And I'm like, good question!

We were also on time for the doctor's office.

And for preschool drop off every morning this week. (pick-up, I was only late once....)

And I've been on time for work this whole week.

I mean, I'm pretty much a rock star. Just call me punctual, I suppose.

Until tomorrow, because I have serious issues with getting to Saturday morning dance on time. Besides the fact that I'm never in a hurry to be in a hurry Saturday mornings when Zach is home to wake up with the kidlets and I get to sleep in, if you get there on time, there is absolutely no place to park. It's like church, you have to wait out the last class in order to get a good parking spot.

What? There's more to life than a good parking spot?

Um, sorry, no. Not with three kids there's not.

Fact.

But part of the reason, we've been so on time is this wonderful Time-Change that happened. Every year, the adjustment is so hard for the kids that I swear it off and hate it with a vengeance. Especially when Stryker wakes up at 4:30 AM for breakfast....

But then, suddenly it's very easy for me to wake up an hour earlier that I cannot even complain.

But actually, it's more than that because I've been having trouble sleeping lately. And trust me, sleeping has never been an issue in my life!!!!! Not ever.

Unless, you count TOO much sleeping. Then, maybe we can talk!

Maybe it's 27. Maybe I've finally hit the age where I can sleep less and work more.

Oh, Lord, I hope so. I've been looking forward to aging for one reason and one reason only. Less Sleep. And don't get me wrong because I LOVE to sleep. It's my most FAVORITE thing in the world. But. You can't work while you're sleeping. I can't clean the house, or spend time with my kids, or cook dinner whilst I'm asleep. And so, even though I love it, it just gets in the way!

So, I don't know if it's just this week, or the million things I have running through my head, but suddenly I need to wind down at the end of the night. It's like I can't shut my brain off. And it's hard to adjust to because, seriously, this has never been a problem for me.

I can sleep anywhere.

I slept so hard on the way back from Sri Lanka, like the ENTIRE 42 hour plane ride, that my dear friend Hilary would have to physically shake me awake for meals and it got to the point where she was a little concerned. I was practically in a coma.

And. I've never been one of those people that "sleep better" in their own bed, because it has never mattered before. I can sleep just as good, sitting up in a car with my head awkwardly resting against half a seat belt and half of a frozen window than I can in my bed, burrowed into my million pillows.

Suddenly, I can't sleep at all.

I actually had to give up drinking caffeine after dinner. I mean, who am I??? My mother????? :)

Even soda!

And last night, it wasn't even that. I don't know what it was. But Zach actually had to go to bed without me. Which, is something we try not to do. I like to go to bed with him, unless I'm writing. And at the very least we go to bed at the same time every other night....

Ahem....

Anyways, then it took me forever to fall asleep and I was up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing this morning.

I even cleaned my kitchen BEFORE preschool. What????

I mean, that is just uncalled for!!!

Also, something else has been happening to me a LOT lately. So if you start getting texts or phone calls before seven AM this is why.

I think this happens to other women a lot. Especially mothers. Anyway, I'm blaming this on womanly intuition, because it has never happened to Zach, not even once in his life.

Ok, do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and remember you need to do something? It's almost like you dreamed it, or your subconscious violently wakes up your consciousness reminding you what to do?

It used to happen to me every once in a while. Especially with the girls' nightlight. I don't trust it. Well, I mean, it works fine and we've left it on all night before and it's been fine, but for whatever reason it makes me nervous. I like to shut it off when I check on them before I go to bed.

It was a gift from my brother, their Uncle Ron, and they just LOVE it to pieces. That's why, they have it. If you're wondering why I'm using it and afraid it will burn down the house... I'm not really afraid of that, but better safe than sorry.

Anyway, so I'll wake up in the middle of the night and run into their bedroom and turn it off.

Ok, but lately its been happening all of the time. I wake up and forgot to do something and then race to get it done, hop back in bed and fall instantly back asleep.

I think the problem is two-fold. First, I'm forgetting a lot more stuff than I should be. And second, my brain is still working through the night, it apparently just functions better when I'm asleep.

So. In essence. I think better when I'm not thinking at all.

That's great.

It's awesome... Really...

I forgot something at work the other night. Like, kind of a big deal. At the end of the night we always have to call corporate and report all the numbers from the day. Well, I had a huge sale, after closing, so I straightened the whole store and raced out of there because it was close to 11 and in my haste, I completely forgot to make the call.

So, 6:30 the next morning, I wake up and literally reach for my phone to text my boss. Who is not really my boss, she's one of my best friends, so I didn't feel bad in case I was waking her up! Lol.

But it was the first thought on my mind. It was almost like a gut reaction, I just texted and then thought about it later.

She was all, Whoa! Good morning to you too! After I sent her a flood of text messages explaining what happened!

And then like two days later, I did the same thing because I forgot to clock in or clock out or something.

At the beginning of this week, I did it because I forgot to make Zach a lunch, only it was like 3AM. And another night this week it was all for writing. Which, that one actually made me mad, because there was absolutely no way I was crawling out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, in the freezing cold to go type at the computer.

But... Now... I don't even remember what it was!

I'm going to have to start keeping a notebook by the side of my bed. I'm like Seinfeld and the midnight joke. Shoot.

Ok, but last night was the worst!

I've started making dinners for the fam bam before I leave for work in the evenings. I didn't the first week I worked and the kids literally ate frozen pizza every night while I was gone.

And then I would come home at 10 and Zach and I would cook a meal together, but still it would be like 11:30 by the time we ate and it just wasn't working out for us.

Plus, I was very worried about juvenile diabetes.

So, I got into the habit of having something healthy ready for Zach and the kids and then I can eat it later or Zach and I can eat it together when I get home.

Last night, it was Corn and Potato Chowder that was seriously delicious if anyone wants the recipe!!! It was super good. And I used my Idaho Potatoes. They were amazing.

But Zach had reheated it for me, so that when I walked through the door last night there was a steaming hot bowl of soup and a midori martini waiting for me.

Is he not the best man ever????

Um. The answer is Yes. :)

Ok, so we watched some football together, and then he went off to bed while I worked on shutting off my brain and then I eventually fell asleep on the couch and got up sometime after midnight and checked on the kids and then stumbled to the bedroom for some zzz's of my own.

I slept for maybe an hour, maybe a little more. And then it happened. My eyes shot open, I sprung from bed, slipped into my slippers and ran to the kitchen.

The burner was off.... Whew.... But I was so worried about wasting all of that food!! Plus, I knew it was Zach's lunch for today.

So there I am, after one in the morning, packing a lunch and putting food away and cleaning the kitchen.

What is wrong with me???

Zach wandered into the kitchen, terrified that I was trying to leave him. Just kidding. The conversation went more like, "What are you doing??"

And I'm all, I forgot the food.

And he's all, Huh?????

So I explain, and he has no idea what I'm talking about! Nothing important has ever woke him up!!! And trust me, there have been times that it should have! (Ahem, like when he forgot the two lean pockets in the oven all night long.... Or the chili simmering on the stove for a good night's sleep.)

Although, those instances happened a long time ago.

Is it a woman thing? A mom thing? Or am I the only person that can't keep it enough together during my awake hours that my sleeping hours have to work just as hard to make sure everything gets done that needs to get done???

Oy.

And it's probably going to happen again tonight since I had this super funny story about pet peeves and I was going to share what Zach's were and then what mine were.

But.

Now I can't remember!!!!!

And it's not Zach's that I'm forgetting. It's mine!!!!! Who forgets their own pet peeves??????

Apparently me.

So. Somebody quick come irritate me, or I will be waking up at four tomorrow morning, just to write a very special blog that will probably make no sense at all!!