So very tired today.  Lately, one child won’t fall asleep, the other won’t stay asleep.  So I’m awake for countless hours of the night, exhausted and staggering about like the town drunk during the day.  So many things to do, and so little time left in which to do them!

Tomorrow, the kids are in day care for half the day, and I’m trying to narrow down my list to the essentials that I can’t do with the kids around, which is pretty much everything.  I’m also trying to prioritise what HAS to be done versus what I WANT to get done.

Obviously, toy shopping is a high priority at this time of year.

Mental note: when sleeping on toy shelf, pick the one with the stuffed animals on it.

But I do worry that I’ve already done enough of that, and the remaining money could be better spent.  You have to draw the line somewhere.

So then I thought about how people always say you should do something for yourself now and then, and I usually forget that, and thought about getting a pregnancy massage.

Ah, sweet mmmmmf zzmffmzzzzz.

But again, I worried about the expense.  So next on my list is cleaning the house, which is filthy at this point.  My floors are actually crunchy.

Ah, sweet sleep sweep. My favourite.

Cleaning really should be a priority at this point.   Except that I can do housework any time, whether the kids are here or not, so it’s not really a good use of day care.  So I considered the things that need to be done, but can’t be done with the kids around.  Like driving the car to the mechanic for a check up.  I can walk back from there, so long as I don’t have kids with me.

OK this is just plain wrong.

The downside of this option is glaringly obvious.  Also if it’s a warm day I probably wouldn’t even get so far as to start the ignition.  I would likely just pass out from cozy-warm-car-ness upon first contact.

So I thought about the things I would do if I wasn’t doing anything.  Generally, that means computer games.  Something along the lines of Sim-Civ-World Domination – Apocalypse Edition.

When I wake up my face will look like a waffle.

Downside, time goes so quickly, and I am guaranteed to feel like I totally squandered my entire day.  So I thought about doing something not too expensive that I wouldn’t normally do, but that would be reasonably relaxing and rewarding.

What the heck am I doing. I don’t even like popcorn.

And I have reached the conclusion that ultimately what I need to do with my time tomorrow is take a BIG LONG NAP.

YIPES!! What time is it?! When do I have to collect the kids?!

…aaaand cue the pregnancy insomnia.