Tomorrow is...

FRIDAY Yeah. I need Friday. I'm sure the weekend will be jam packed with responsibility...but at least I can take a nap! Oh what a day. It was full of discovery for me. I have decided to join my son's teacher and her partner's sleep "nazi" group. I have found that my almost 7 year old has the most difficult mornings going to school when he doesn't get to bed before 8:30. Last night we didn't make it to bed before 8:30. It was more like 9:30 and he threw a fit and decided to sit in the principal's office (again) rather than go to school. But, Mrs. D met us outside the office and escorted my thoroughly pissed off son to first grade. I went into the staff room and cried. I cried because I am such a bad mother that I can't get my kids to bed at decent hour. I am a bad mom because I have power struggles with my 6 year old (and my 10 year old and my 12 year old and my 14 year old and my 35 year old ...oh wait the 35 year old is My One Tru Love). I cried because I am hormonal. I cried because I was tired. I just cried. But, I made it through my day. It got better, no more drama and no more tears. So, tonight is a Calgon night. I really need to decompress a bit. Tomorrow is Friday (did I mention that?).
I look forward to Saturday night when My One Tru Love is gone for the night. I get to sleep undisturbed by snoring. I swear at 3 am I was ready to smother him. I love him, but that dang snoring! I keep trying to remind myself that this is one of those things. That I love him and I would miss never hearing him snore again. But, at 3 am never hearing him snore again sounds pretty darn good. I didn't smother him. He woke fully rested and feeling ready to tackle the world. I, on the other hand, woke feeling dragged through the ringer, and tired and sore (our couch isn't the most comfortable place to sleep). My darling 6 year old was quick to promise me that he will sleep with me on Saturday night so I "won't be lonely". At least M doesn't snore.
Well, tomorrow is coffee with S and a field trip with the first grade.