Monday, 11 p.m. - Just going to bed after a full day of classes, writing papers due for classes later in the week, and logging an entry into my tutor training log about my experience tutoring that day.
Monday, 11:48 p.m. - My 4 & 1/2-year-old wakes me up. I walk her back to her bed.
Tuesday, 1:03 a.m. - My 4 & 1/2-year-old wakes me up, again.
"What's the matter, hun?"
"I can't see you, mommy."
"That's because it's 1 in the morning and you should be sleeping."
"I had a bad dream about Scooby-Doo."
I'm now kicking myself in the rear for letting her watch Scooby-Doo, so I could get homework done. I get up from the bed to walk her back to her room. I tuck her in and cover her with a blanket we somehow convinced her is a sweet dream blanket.
I get comfortable in my bed, but make the mistake of looking at the clock after I am unable to fall back alseep right away - 2:43 a.m. Are you kidding me? How have I been laying here for that long?
3:33 a.m. - Guess who's at my bedside, again?
"Hun, you're killing mommy."
"Mommy, I'm still having bad dreams. The sweet dream blanket isn't working."
I start to get out of bed...
"No mommy, I want to sleep in here."
"You know you can't, hun." Of course, I really would rather her just climb in and let me sleep. "Come on, mommy will sit with you for a few minutes in your bed."
This seems to make her happy, I give her a kiss and remind her that she's got a big day at school tomorrow.
"I hate school."
"I know."
5:19 a.m. - I finally just pick her up and let her sleep in our bed. She falls right back to sleep and so do I.
6:00 a.m. - The time my daughter normally wakes up and the time I planned to write this blog. I sleep right through until 8:07 a.m.
The morning rush - my husband and I are both running late to get out the door, but since he's the one who puts food on the table I take our daughter to school today, so he won't be late.
Even with the little bit of sleep she had, my daughter is surprisingly cooperative in getting out the door quickly AND in a good mood. Bonus! Of course, the fact that I let her bring cereal in her Jesse (from Toy Story 3) cup in the car was a big help.
I get her to school and head out to get myself to school. Oddly, there is hardly any traffic, so I enjoy my music and a relaxing ride. Then, as I'm exiting right, onto an off-ramp, a woman in a brown Mazda 626 suddenly decides that's the exit she is getting off and comes at me two lanes from the left, wedging me between the overpass barrier and her car. Luckily, I have awesome defensive driving skills and quick reaction behind the wheel, which I attribute to living in a major city for most of my life. I smell and see gray smoke coming from under the car - burning rubber. The Jesse cup is airborne and Berry Kix fly everywhere. Somehow I escape and the Mazda speeds off down the ramp, probably not even aware that she almost shoved me off the overpass to the traffic below.
In the parking lot at school, my energy is restored because I realize I have plenty of time to write this blog before my first class, but I decide to check the syllabus for my first class just in case.
"Oh, f%^&, I thought that sh*& was due Thursday!" I re-read the syllabus to be sure that the assignment I thought was due Thursday is actually due today - it's due today.
9:45 a.m. - I head to the computer lab to write a rough outline and a 4-page paper before my class at 10:30 a.m. It's a personal record, I get it done.
After class I head home, but not before another near miss in Parking Lot K. That parking lot is always packed and drivers tend to speed through it in search of the perfect spot. Walking into class, I've seen a bunch of near misses in cars almost hitting students walking across the lot. As I left today, the driver of an SUV must have not seen my car before pressing the gas pedal to the floor and almost T-boning my front end from his parking space.
I need to get home, stay there, and do my blog.
Once I get in the door, I just sit down. It had been one of those days and it was only 12:30ish.
Until next time, have I mentioned I'm 8-months pregnant through all of this...
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