I Should Be Working

Tomorrow I need to get up at a very early hour to meet my car pool, hustle into the car before I get chilled by our uncharacteristically cold Bay Area weather and head into the city to give a presentation first thing in the morning.

I should be working on that right now, adding screenshots or Visio slides to a spreadsheet or updating various tracking tools with the very latest happenings on our project. Instead I’m sitting here surfing through Holidailies and munching on an Oreo or two in a stupefied haze.

The kids both had upset stomachs last night that kept me up until the wee hours and we had many meetings today at work that conspired to leave me in a drained state. I am both thankful and uneasy about the fact that Julien fell asleep in the car on the way home from daycare. He didn’t nap today so of course he’s tired. But I dread what that means for later this evening: likely another botched bed time and a restless night. It’s the Murphy’s Law of parenting that whenever you need a good night’s sleep the most, that’s when something is going to happen to keep you awake: diarrhea, projectile vomiting, a new tooth, a monster under the bed to scare away.

I’ve learned to be functional on far less sleep than I ever thought possible, but I still cringe inwardly when the kids get off-kilter sleep-wise because I know I’m probably going to turn into a babbling buffoon at some point the next day at work. Functional and brilliant just aren’t the same thing. I find brilliant is difficult to achieve when I’m sleep-deprived.

This is why I should really be working while Julien is still asleep and Victor is happily occupied eating a banana for dessert and watching Garfield.

Actually, Vic is being way too quiet.

I should really go see what he’s doing.