There are days I don’t realize how tired I am until something has interrupted the evening routine. This afternoon I realized the temperature was 66 degrees, and the day was almost over. I wanted to get out of the house but I didn’t want to go somewhere that would require me to buy stuff. I took the dog to the dog park with my two boys. I don’t mind taking him with the boys. I wish he was leash trained because he doesn’t listen and he so strong that he could drag me if he wanted. The last time we went it was muddy, and we had to give the dog a bath.
I prepared the boys just in case it was muddy again and I wore my rain boots. The dog was super excited, and he jumped right into the van. It wasn’t a bad trip I got the boys in the park and out with no issues. Our dog was so tired that he ran when I called him to leave. He listens no other time. We got home, and I knew it would only be a matter of time when I start the nightly routine of bedtime. I fed my youngest and got him ready for bed. I typically bring the dog up around this time but he was already out, so he was just waiting for me to take him downstairs. I got a bottle ready and headed upstairs to put Z to bed. I went downstairs and made my food for my dinner while my 2.5-year-old watch an episode or two before bed.
One child was in bed and should be asleep. I got the dog ready to head downstairs and got him settled. He was ready to go since he usually is all over the place but he was moving slowly. I only had one more step to being done for the night. Then Z cried, and I knew the reason would be a mystery. We have a routine and he rarely ever stays up once I put him down for the night. I went upstairs thinking he may need more food. I filled the bottle with a few more ounces and took it to him. He did not want it and then I got his pacifier. This only made him quiet for a moment, by the time I left the room he cried and my 2.5-year-old was at the bottom of the stairs yelling about something. That was when I realized that I was more tired than I been aware. I wanted to eat my dinner in peace and lay down early.
During these times I have to stop and remind myself that I’m blessed to have these two little boys in my life. Yes, I was done, and it annoyed me that my youngest was acting out of the norm. These times are short and I have to learn to go with the flow. If he needs a few more minutes with mommy before going to bed I need to put aside my desires. I will get to eat and I will get to rest. It may not be in my time frame but it will come.