Just Wednesday

Last night when I finally dragged it to bed I thought "ok...Wednesday. I like Wednesday. Only one kid at home, no one to babysit. Just me and my baby girl. And at one, I get my dear husband for the rest of the day." Yeah right.

For some reason, sleep didn't come easy. It was midnight the last time I looked at the green glow of the clock. And then for yet another unknown reason, 4am was the next time. Followed by 4:21, 4:46, 5ish, and finally 5:42. I threw in the towel. No biggie, I get up at 6 anyway. Then started the rush...get the kid up, fed, dressed, hair tamed, out the door to the bus. I thought...hmmm Nap! Not a chance. I don't know what it is about me and sleep. One day I feel like I could sleep all day, or at least till noon the next my bod won't let me relax enough to get more than 4 fitful hours. Maybe it has something to do with the night shift. I just can't get him to request days. It sucks. I loathe night shift and I haven't even worked it.



So it's Wednesday. A typical day around the house. Around the house, because I'm broke. No big deal, we have all we need, just no extra. So when the UPS showed up around lunch time I was excited. I knew it was only the beater bar for my broken vacuum, but still I love getting packages. So I installed it, did the bedroom, moved on to the living room, down the hall where I sucked up the throw rug. We have all done it, me like a million times. Never has it broken the machine. This time, I thought it did, freaked out a little (I know, it's just a vacuum, but I just spent $50 bucks on this thing). After near tears, and an hour trip to Gainesville, the wonderful people at National Vacuum plugged it in and like a ray from above, it worked. They didn't even have to remove one screw! YAY!! Apparently my machine is smarter than me, and has some switch to tell it if it's too hot and cuts power to the motor. Thank goodness for mechanical brains. And there was no charge for the service. Party. Bonus.



So at least my floor is clean(er).