I am so glad that I didn't write a blog last night. Last night, I would have blogged about how tired I was of blogging and how I didn't really want to read your blog any more and hear about all of the wonderful, amazing, organized, well-balanced things you were accomplishing in your life. And how I didn't want to read that because my world was unorganized, messy, unbalanced, and constantly filled with the background noise of two toddlers who cry most of the day and most of the night. I would have blogged about these sorts of things because I would have completely forgotten that at night I am a crazy person of sorts. I am tired, grouchy, and overwhelmed, and I make overly dramatic statements to my husband like "I am a failure!" and "Don't give up on me please!" And he smiles because he knows I'm a crazy-mess-at-night person. And then we watch our shows together on the couch because that is pretty much the highest level I can function at.
So this is why I have a nightly mantra, and I must recite it to myself constantly, sometimes maybe 300 times. "Tomorrow is another day..." It gets me through to tomorrow, which is today...
...and I love today! Today, Lucy woke me up screaming at 6, but I decided to get up and clean my kitchen and hang out with Ethan and do laundry and be all around pleasant. Gone was the doom and gloom of last night, banished to a dark place. Today, I could get on the computer and your blog was sunny and funny and you looked so pretty and said the wittiest things! The morning me is where it's at.
So mostly, I write this to remind myself that I don't hate blogging and I don't hate you and life is actually pretty good. And I need to never blog at night. Unless my house is clean. Or I am lying on a beach in Hawaii.
What about you? Any fellow morning-ers out there? And if you are a morning monster, please forgive me, because you surely hate me right now. But just do me a favor--walk away from the computer and come back and read this at night.