I mentioned the other day that we had a slight, one time schedule change. We swapped a kid day with the kids’ dad. He took our Thursday and we took his Tuesday. The result was pretty catastrophic to my internal calendar. I spent all of Wednesday convinced it was Friday. I then spent all of Thursday convinced it was Friday too. This morning when I woke up I was pretty sure that it was Saturday. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
After having less than three hours of sleep on Wednesday night/Thursday morning I was toast by early evening. I tried to put the Bruins game on the radio while I was laying in bed. I missed the first period and it was early in the second when I put my headphones on and put my head on the pillow… And that was all she wrote. The Bruins won 4-2, and I didn’t actually hear any of it. Yippee.
It’s a good thing I got that sleep last night though because today has been the most hectic day in human history. I’ve been bouncing around like crazy all day. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend. Now I am even more than before… I just found out I could be on call for most of the time. Urgh, indeed.
Inside the Red Head's Head 