Yesterday, I woke up at 8 am to the stirs of Skylar in her crib. I got up, got dressed, went upstairs, made coffee and breakfast, and got Chase up. I was able to actually get out of bed, get the kids fed and dressed, got my coffee fix, and got everything for the blog done by 9:15 am. I had been meaning to get around to making cookies with Chase, but never seemed to have the energy or actual patience to deal with it.
Yesterday, I did. That's right, I made cookies with my son, and for the most part had a blast. It was weird. At least for me.
I'm NOT a morning person. I hate being woken up abruptly, I hate feeling rushed in the morning, and I HATE having to force myself to get everyone ready in the morning. Most of it has to do with my depression. The worst times of the day for me are the morning and right around dinner time. I struggle to keep my cool and get anything done.
It was strange feeling like I had everything together. It was weird to actually be ready for the day. It was awkward doing whatever I had planned to do with the kids that day because I actually had the energy and motivation to do it.
So what caused this sudden change? What was behind the "Mary Poppins Mom" persona I had going on?
Was it the extra hour of sleep? Nope. I'm actually getting an hour less.
Was it me finally feeling better after a week long cold? Maybe. But I find that highly unlikely since (ahem, boys, stop reading if you're a total guy) I started my period yesterday. I've been crampy on and off all day.
Was it the coffee? Probably not. I drink coffee every morning, so yeah. Bust on that one.
I have no idea what caused the crazy Stepford Mom routine that came over me yesterday. And I'm totally serious about the Stepford Mom thing. I did laundry (including putting it away), baked cookies, got an early jump on dinner, went to the DMV, picked up more of those fantastic happy pills of mine, cooked dinner, did the dishes, and still had time to lay down on the couch for 30 minutes while the kids were napping (at the same time!).
I'm telling you. The stars aligned for me yesterday. The gods looked down on me and said, "Let's give her today. Let's see how bad this freaks her out." And it totally did. I'm still trying to figure it all out.
It's probably going to come back and bite me in the butt though. I've got to call in for Jury Duty on Friday. I'm going to have to go in and sit. My luck isn't THAT good.
Either though, I'm going to try and keep this momentum going. I'm going to try and do the same thing I did yesterday, every morning, and seeing if this sticks. If it does, more cookies will get baked (along with brownies, cakes, muffins, pies, and other fattening deliciousness), the house will be cleaner, outings will actually happen, and I'll keep freaking myself out.