Exhausted

So many things I want to say and no words to say it. I haven’t even had time to think much less write over the past weekend. To say that N and I were a little busy is akin to saying that the Obama inauguration is garnering a little attention. I am exhausted and need at least until Thursday to recuperate I think.

Don’t believe we were busy? Check out last weekend’s itinerary:

Saturday
7:00 a.m. Get up in hopes of having a bit of quiet time for myself
7:10 a.m. Start to make coffee; N appears; so much for quiet time
7:20 a.m. Canoodle around on the laptop in spite of N and his ever present chatter
8:15 a.m. Offer N choice of going to W’s or going with me to church while I attend a meeting; N offers 3rd option – staying with BJ; I sigh wondering what BJ will make of this
8:30 a.m. Head back upstairs to shower, dress, and all that fun stuff
9:30 a.m. Wake BJ (yeah he spent the night; we slept in separate rooms) and ask about watching N while I’m at church meeting; BJ agrees
9:45 a.m. Run around house trying to find the Bible in the RSV I want to take to the meeting. I find every version except the RSV (still haven’t found it and wonder if W took it)
9:50 a.m. Leave for church meeting
10:00 a.m. Barely arrive on time for church meeting and am the last to arrive; great start
12:00 p.m. Meeting over; drive home; thank BJ for caring for N; cajole N into basketball uniform
12:15 p.m. Leave for basketball tournament; fuel up car; go thru drive-thru at Mickey D’s for wholesome nutritious lunch
2:15 p.m. Arrive at tournament site; sit and wait for 3:00 game to begin
3:00 p.m. Game 1 for N’s team; they lose
4:00 p.m. Wait for 5:00 game to begin
5:00 p.m. Game 2 for N’s team; they lose
6:00 p.m. Cajole N into street clothes so we can have dinner before heading home
6:15 p.m. Get lost on way to area with chain restaurants by the boatload
6:30 p.m. Find ourselves at Applebee’s for dinner; service stinks; waiter forgets salad, rarely shows except to bring the check
7:45 p.m. Headed home in the freezing rain; good times
9:30 p.m. Arrive home; wake N and help him in house where he immediately falls into deep sleep on family room sofa; feed dog; collapse in recliner
9:45 p.m. Call BJ
10:30 p.m. Set alarm for 8:00 a.m.; collapse in bed and fall immediately to sleep

Sunday
7:04 a.m. N appears at bedside to announce he’s hungry
7:20 a.m. Finally pry myself out of bed and turn off unneeded alarm; stumble downstairs and make French toast for breakfast for N and me; feed dog
8:00 a.m. Canoodle around on the laptop in spite of N and his ever present chatter
8:45 a.m. Head back upstairs to shower, dress, and all that fun stuff
9:30 a.m. Start prying N away from laptop; make sure necessities are packed for basketball tournament
9:45 a.m. Leave for basketball tournament; fuel up car before hitting the road
10:45 a.m. Go thru Arby’s drive-thru to prevent N from starving to death on way to tournament
11:20 a.m. Stop at rest area for much needed pit stop for both N and me
11:40 a.m. Arrive at tournament site; sit and wait for 12:30 game to begin
12:30 p.m. Game 3 for N’s team; they win! Meaning they have the privilege of staying for two more games that afternoon
1:30 p.m. Wait for 2:30 game to begin
2:30 p.m. Game 4 for N’s team; they win! Meaning they will play for the championship of the consolation bracket of the tournament
3:30 p.m. Wait for 4:30 game to begin
4:30 p.m. Championship game; N’s team loses
5:30 p.m. Trophy presentation; N unimpressed by size of second place trophies compared to first place trophies; Cajole N into street clothes so we can have dinner before heading home
6:00 p.m. Instead of getting lost, stop at Cracker Barrel on way home just off the interstate; service stinks; waiter disappears after serving food thwarting efforts to obtain strawberry jam to go with biscuits; eventually waiter arrives to bring check and we finally are able to ask for jam; second waiter in a row to receive very meager tip from me
7:30 p.m. Headed home in a snowstorm; more good times
9:15 p.m. Arrive home; pack up some stuff for N; take him to W’s to spend the night
9:30 p.m. Deposit N at W’s; deflect chit chatty W and leave quickly to get home and rest
9:45 p.m. Arrive home again; feed dog; collapse in recliner; call BJ
10:15 p.m. Intend to go upstairs to bed; instead fall asleep in recliner not to awaken until 4:00 a.m.

Yes, there was a lot of down time for me in there, in between games and such. However, between the driving, and the interacting with people (draining for an introvert) at the tournament, and the taking advantage of the track at the tournament site for walking, I ended the weekend absolutely exhausted and with nothing done at home. The laundry still sits unlaundered in the laundry room. The dishes still sit in the dishwasher not having been put away while other dishes wait in the sink for their turn in the dishwasher. The Christmas tree still stands in the living room, a sad testament to our busy lives.

This week doesn’t look to be much easier. Of course I’m at work ever day (no, my employer does not give us MLK Jr day off, a fact of which I am not happy) and the evenings are for the most part activity filled. Tomorrow is the Illini/OSU basketball game which starts at 6:00 p.m. meaning I have to hustle to get N after work and get to the game before too much of the first half has elapsed. Wednesday is N’s school’s night at the local library. Thursday night is the PTA meeting. Yes, that leaves this evening for chores. This evening, when I am still burnt out by the weekend, is the only time until next weekend I have to get anything done around the house. Truth be told, though, I’ll probably throw in a load of laundry here, shift it to dryer there, somehow at least make sure we have clean clothes to wear. Honestly, I don’t know how other single mothers do it. I really don’t.

I really am exhausted. . .