Sunday, November 1, 2009

Random: Sunday Night Edition

  • It's Sunday night.
  • I have Sunday Night Anxiety.
  • Sunday Night Anxiety is when you realize the weekend is almost over and you haven't accomplished much of anything.
  • I'm not sure what I was hoping to accomplish.
  • There are dishes in the sink.
  • I wish I would have accomplished doing the dishes tonight.
  • I also wish that I would have magically finished some work.
  • On Friday night, I always think I'm going to get some work done over the weekend.
  • I rarely get any work done over the weekend.
  • I'm tired.
  • I'm also constipated.
  • I'm never constipated.
  • I pride myself in very regular bowel movements.
  • Raise your hand if you feel uncomfortable right now.
  • Halloween was fun.
  • Max's best friend from school came over to trick-or-treat with us.
  • He is Pakistani.
  • Before he came over, Ryan was asking me about him.
  • "What does he look like?" Ryan asked.
  • "He looks like the Pakistani version of Max," I said.
  • Swap Max's goldilocks for jet black hair and darken his skin tone four or five shades and there you have it.
  • Other than that, they look remarkably alike.
  • Have you ever wondered if you have a Pakistani version of yourself out there?
  • I have.
  • I have also wondered if my Pakistani twin is constipated.
  • I hope she isn't.
  • Constipation feels like hurrying to get into a movie, popcorn in hand, finding a seat, and then waiting for a movie that never starts.
  • I mean, it seems like the movie is going to start, but it never does.
  • Raise your hand if you've had enough metaphors for the day.
  • I'm tired, but I think I already mentioned that.
  • I liked reading the comments on my last post.
  • It got me thinking.
  • I'm not sure I expressed exactly what I wanted to say.
  • I hate that feeling.
  • I trimmed my fingernails today.
  • I like them short.
  • My dad used to trim my fingernails during church with the nail clippers he kept on his key ring.
  • He'd even file them and push back the cuticles.
  • Funny, the memories that stick with you.
  • Sometimes I get overwhelmed being the mom.
  • Like, knowing that toilets wouldn't get flushed without my prompting.
  • Or hands washed.
  • Or teeth brushed.
  • Or baths taken.
  • Or laundry washed.
  • Or bedtime acknowledged.
  • Or homework completed.
  • Or dog let out.
  • I don't like feeling overwhelmed.
  • Especially on a Sunday night.
  • Max needs to go to bed.
  • It's past his bedtime because I am protesting motherhood right now.
  • I've spent the last hour conducting an experiment.
  • To see if he will tuck himself in.
  • My hypothesis was that he wouldn't tuck himself in.
  • And I was exactly right.
  • He's wide awake and drawing a cartoon right now.
  • I have proven a theory: My kids don't fall asleep voluntarily.
  • He needs to go to bed.
  • Even though he doesn't know it.
  • I know it.
  • I guess he needs me.
  • That's not such a bad thing.
  • Goodnight, y'all.


Kami said...

night night, Tiff.

ps. go drink some prune juice.

Now I am mothering you. ;)

Ali said...

I am smiling that your Dad pushed back your cuticles anywhere.

And sometimes, I pretend I am not the Mum.

Loved your post.

lizzie said...

shawn did that experiment with anna once when she was about two. he zonked out about one in the morning. when he woke the next morning, he found that she had helped herself to the pantry. cheerios, fruit snacks, crackers, etc were all over the front room floor and she was dead asleep in the middle of it all...on the floor. she has NEVER tucked herself in...ever.

Leslie said...

I think Max has your genes. :)
I hope things move along well for you today!
I often try to pretend that I'm not the mom, and that someone will come and do my dishes and clean my toilets, but in the end, it only happens if I do it. I guess that's the draw back to growing up.

Becky said...

Last night I was thinking some of the same thoughts that you had- Sunday nights give me anxiety too. Mondays always bring such hope that it will be a good week, but at the same time I feel overwhelmed (and a bit worried) with what lies ahead. But at least I'm not constipated. Good luck with that. :)

Soul-Fusion said...

I could use someone to tell me when it is time for me to go to bed and enforce it because I always miss my bedtime. Always.

Lindy-Lou said...

I want to know what kind of treats were given out in that lovely neighborhood of yours.

Annie said...

my dad carries nail clippers on his key ring too. i thought he was the only one.

sundays used to give me anxiety when i had a job. maybe when i get a job again that anxiety will return. maybe that is why i am putting off finding a job! or maybe it is really that i like sleeping in...

fiber one granola bars are excellent. you have no idea you are eating one third of your daily fiber intake...

Annie said...

oh and i know some people who make EXCELLENT pasta. it doesn't ship well. but next time you are in town...

MiaKatia said...

Good luck with waiting for the movie to start, worst feeling ever! I think I am the Pakistani version of someone else, since I already have the dark hair and dark eyes, even though I am Mexican not Pakistani. I love best friends, especially my kids best friends, because kids need friends. Ps thanks for the next post!

You Are My Fave said...

I hate Sunday night anxiety. I get it every week. It's the absolute worst. I'm glad it's Monday night now because just thinking about it makes me sick.

Omgirl said...

My sunday night anxiety usually consists of being depressed that my husband goes back to work tomorrow and I'm back to being a single parent all day. :(

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