I’m Tired. Really, More Tired Than Usual…
I’m tired. Really, really tired.
It’s been a long week. Easter season + tax season + own business + homeschooling + Steve going out of town= burn out.
#2 was the Master of Ceremonies for the Triduum at St. Ann’s again this year. He’s also in charge of Altar Servers. He did a great job, as always.
I have to be there too, to supervise. To keep the kids in check, to remind them to be respectful, to get them to behave, to stop them from making faces in the back of the church while holding candles while the priest is doing something important in the sacristy… that’s only one example…
To be a mom to them.
So I was there for all of it. 3.5 hours of practice, 3 nights of the Triduum services, Easter Sunday service.
Yes. I am a martyr. No, wait, not I”m not. My choice. It’s good for the kids and it’s good for me.
But here’s why we (Steve and myself) are so tired on Monday.
We got home from the Easter Vigil on Saturday night about 10:30 pm. JB and Snake, the only ones that still believe in the Easter Bunny, are wide awake. Darn that home schooling lifestyle…
SPOILER ALERT: The following story contains information about the existence of the Easter Bunny. Read at your own risk.
JB requests “Sleepy Time Tea”. Yes, it’s real, (not like certain bunnies), it’s for kids and I get it at the health food store. It’s fine, really… and I only use it when I really need it
So far, Easter Vigil and Irish Feises.
Sure! No problem! Two cups of “Sleepy Time Tea” coming up!
Midnight: two boys not at all affected by the “Sleepy Time Tea”. And one saying that he can’t go to sleep unless I go up to read books to him. And sit with him until he falls asleep.
For those that know me, yes, Snake. No, not The Original… but he was like that years ago…
Well, this certainly puts a monkey wrench into the Easter Bunny plans.
“You know, Steve? Let’s go ahead to bed and make them happy. We will set our alarms for 6am and take care of it then.”
Sounds like a plan, right? A PLAN???
Yeah, until JB woke up at FIVE in the morning… I heard him and stopped him before he went downstairs.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m going downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny brought.”
Panic. The Easter Bunny was still sleeping, dammit. Really? FIVE hours after we go to bed??? I can’t get you up before 9am for school. TODAY you decide that getting up before dawn is the answer??
“You can’t go downstairs until the sun is up. You should try to get some more sleep. I’ll stay with you, maybe you will sleep better this way.”
He laid down and wiggled and wriggled and turned. And then wiggled and wriggled and turned again. And again.
After about 45 minutes, I realized it was not going to happen. He was AWAKE. And waiting for the time to go downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny brought him.
I was running out of time.
Daybreak was coming…
“I’ll be right back.” I said. I went and woke up Steve. From a very deep slumber
“You have to go downstairs RIGHT NOW and take care of the eggs and the basket. JB is awake, he’s not going to back to bed and he wants to go downstairs.”
He agreed and went downstairs. I closed the door to the room and was talking to JB. After about 45 minutes, I opened the door and saw that Steve was, once again, asleep. Easter Bunny mission accomplished.
Sunlight was breaking and he was ready to go.
“Fine, go downstairs and see what you find. And take pictures.” I went back to sleep, kinda. Yup, mom of the year on that one…
He came back up a few times, looking to wake up Snake. Didn’t wake him up but he did manage to wake me up EVERY time.
Finally, about 7am he was able to wake up Snake and they went downstairs together to look for eggs.
Us? We were still asleep. ISH. Awake and asleep a dozen times over.
It was exhausting. We were early to 10:30 Mass and did get decent seats. We went to my mom’s for Easter. We came home and I stayed up too late talking to The Original.
And now I’m up posting this. Good night all, I’m going to bed!