I left work early today, I had so much
to do and there was plenty of staff for the work we had. I promptly came home
and went straight to bed. I took a 2 hour nap and then spent an hour beating
myself for not accomplishing the things that I specifically reasoned with
myself that needed to be done. I am a loser.
Since I am such a loser, I offered to
go to Cookeville and pick up Charleigh Joe from daycare, everyone decided they
wanted to go as well. Great. A van full of minors who constantly fight and are
just out of arms reach. I didn’t think it possible but it finally happened, 5
people in one van having 5 different conversations, none of them related…..
No one can understand. Wyatt ask me on
the way home if you could die from insanity and I replied yes. He ask how and I
said suicide or death row. He didn’t think that was funny. He also ask me if
you could get breast cancer from getting your nipples twisted (as in a purple
nurple for the parents). I told him if that was true then daddy would be on
hospice by now. There must be something about that age that brings out awkward
questions.
That brings me to a memory of Matthew
when he was about 10 or so. We were watching some form of crime show in the living
room and the investigators discovered semen in the van. Matthew turned to me
and ask me what semen was…..I folded and I told him they were men who worked on
a ship. From my experience, sex education is 7th grade’s
responsibility. lol.
So now I’m home and hating my own guts
for that stupid evening nap. What was I thinking? I’ll never sleep tonight. I
guess I’ll remember that next time I want to come home and “be productive”,
maybe I should just consider taking a nap and not feel guilty about what I actually
get accomplished.
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