Hitting a Wall

So, after what seemed like the most challenging day yet (yesterday), this one wasn't much different. Started with Monkey waking me up at 4:37 this morning and then Z waking up, and then all of us starting our day before 5am. No bueno. Second night in a row of only three or so hours of sleep. We were so tired of each other by 7am that I took them out to breakfast before dropping them at camp (their last day) and then somehow shuffling through the rest of the day. I realized that in order to work a full day tomorrow (Saturday), I would need an actual night of sleep. When it gets to the point where all the illuminating lotion and under eye concealer in the world isn't going to begin to help the deep black circles under my eyes, it's time to ask for help. So I asked my boss's cousin (who lives with us about half the time) to cover me for the night, and after checking in with my boss, I had the go ahead to go home for 12 hours to get some rest. In fact, I am so tired that I am reaching new insights in my sleep deprivation and have no idea how I am still up and writing this right now. So anyway, after somehow driving home and eating some amazing chicken tacos (Thank you Adam), I am in my own bed. Soon enough 7am tomorrow will come and I will be back at work wiping faces and issuing time outs, but right now I plan on just enjoying the break and not having to worry that a small person will wake me up during the night or some ungodly early morning hour. Yes, it's times like these where I realize these aren't my kids, this job is a choice, and I can leave any time I want to (sort of). Definitely not ready to have my own kids yet, and for being so clear about that, I am thankful.

Signing off as a nanny and on as a tired 28-year-old missing being a 28-year-old.