These last few days, I have not been getting enough sleep. Not because of my daughter. Oh no. The obliging little angel does 12 hour nights. She's wonderful. So why am I not getting enough sleep?
Who the bloody hell knows. My body has, for the past few days (or is it weeks?) inexplicably decided to wake up one to two hours before my baby usually gets up. It's exhausting. Especially as I cannot seem to be able to get back to sleep. I just lie there, stupidly, thinking about all sorts of things. I feel like a super stressed career woman. Who doesn't have to go to work.
No. I have to go shopping. Because I am having a party on Sunday for my daughter's first birthday. Actually, her birthday is a week from now, but this Sunday my husband, parents, in-laws, even my husband's best friend, are in town; an opportunity too perfect to pass up. So we're celebrating a week early.
So, as I was saying, I'm planning a birthday lunch for Sunday. Until yesterday, I had absolutely no idea what I was going to serve my guests. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it. That is, I had planned on a Care Bear cake. But that was about it. I phoned my mother in a panic.
"Mom! I'm going to have eight people plus a baby at the house on Sunday! What do I feed them?"
"How about some nice quiches?"
Right. Like I want to be baking quiches on my husband's first weekend home.
"How about I order pizza?" I asked hopefully.
Hmm. Maybe not.
Finally I decided on a really simple soup I could prepare in advance and stuff in the fridge until Sunday. I'll go to the groceries for baguettes, cold cuts and cheeses on Sunday morning. Oh, and wine, of course.
This morning, after I dropped my daughter off at the babysitter's house, I did a couple of loads of laundry, took a shower, and went shopping. Except I was really tired even before I stepped foot out of the house. I had woken up at 5:30 this morning and for one hour lay in bed revolving the following cycle of thoughts in my brain:
"Where am I going to find time to make the stupid soup? Should I do my Jillian Michaels workout this morning? Should I get rid of the dog? What if I don't find anyone decent to take her? Why can't I get back to sleep? Can't forget to pick up gift for baby's birthday. Where am I going to find time .... etc."
After the groceries, I headed to the mall, where I decided on two beautiful books with poetic texts and bright illustrations for my daughter's gift. I was going to be rushed to pick her up at the babysitter's, but I just had to get myself a Starbuck's mocha frappuccino (light). I was starting to feel my head spin, my eyes were watery from fatigue (and those horrible bright lights at the mall), and I felt like my face was paling.
On the way home, I quickly drank my coffee. For those of you out there who don't know me personally, I am not a regular coffee drinker. At all. And Starbuck's doesn't skimp on caffeine. It took me no more than five minutes to feel totally awake (finally) and with that came a feeling of complete cheefulness. Even the radio, which usually plays complete rubbish, decided that it would enhance my good mood by playing some of my favorite songs. When Tom Petty (yes, I did say Tom Petty - and why not?) came on, I put the volume up and started belting out: "Yeah I'm free! Free falling!" Next, I was upper-body dancing and tapping on the steering wheel to the Black Eyed Peas' "Tonight's gonna be a good night." By the time I got home, I was practically bouncing.
I picked up my baby and took her home, where I gave her some milk and prepared our lunch. I watched "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" (again - seriously) and laughed my ass off. It was the episode where Will and Carlton make Geoffrey (the butler) believe that he won 26 million dollars, prompting him to quit. I love the part where they go to the restaurant where he started a new job, and Will says to the snooty Maître D': "Oo am I? I'm a black man with a short fuse!"
While my daughter ate her half-grapes, I played my favorite song on my laptop: "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga. I sat in front of my baby and danced as I sang out loud "I want your love, and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance." Perhaps not the most appropriate song for a baby, but she can't understand the words anyway! Besides, she loved it! She laughed and even danced, sitting in her high chair, as I sang to her! I mean, she must have felt pretty special, having her own private dinner and show!
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