This is your exhaustion speaking! For English, press 1! Para espanol, marque número dos!
I like to freak people out when they call me by answering in my Mr. Movie Phone voice. It especially bothers my Mother... which is kind of the whole point. It's funny to hear her confusion as to whether or not she should respond seriously or not. Considering my Grandfather answers his calls with church hymns and Christmas carols, I couldn't possibly tell you where I get this trait from. No clue at all!
Last night I set both alarms in the bedroom for 6 a.m., I fell asleep shortly after 1. Do you see where this is going yet? Sometime between 1 and 6, I ended up crawling into bed with Logan. At 6:15 I shot up out of bed, startled my sleeping child and made up an excuse that Mommy had to potty. Thank goodness it was still dark enough outside for him to take the bait as he insisted I sleep in my own bed. Thanks, kid. I don't snore THAT bad, do I???
I had to be at today's consignment sale to man my Scentsy booth no later than 7:45. This is normally the time I wake up, even on the kids school days. To sum up how I physically feel right now after waking an hour and a half early on maybe 5 hours of sleep and having worked on my feet for three sales in 8 hours as merely exhausted would be a terrible understatement. I physically feel as if I'm about to fall over should the wind blow just right.
Tomorrow I get to do it all over again. But! It's also half price day for the consignment portion of the sale, which means better chances of spreading the word about my Scentsy business and the School's fundraiser. There is a good deal of light at the end of my tunnel. Specifically since my booth is parked right next to the sweetest girl ever who just so happens to make Nutella cupcakes. Swoon.
Till tomorrow, my lovelies!