It's 11:45 and I don't feel tired at all, yet I need to be up in 6 hours. Tomorrow not only do I have my first day of classes, plus Jake and Clara's first day at their new school, Tom and I are going to my running coach's house for a little get together. Not a huge deal except she lives in Beaverton, and the kids are being watched by the inlaws. So HOPEFULLY we'll be home by 9:30 or 10:00 tomorrow night. I'm already worried that Jake is not going to have the best day for the next week or so. He is so not a morning guy at all. 1/2 the time I have to drag him out of bed at 9:30. He fell asleep at about 10:30-10:45 so he'll get almost 8 hours of sleep. I'm guessing he'll take a nap tomorrow at school ;) I think he's just like me. Not a morning person, and probably never will be. I'm just hoping it'll only take a week or two to get on a good schedule.
I feel so odd. I got out clothes all laid out for tomorrow, and everything ready for our lunches. I'm never prepared like that. And then I realized oh fuck I need to have extra clothes for each kid plus diapers and wipes for Clara. We literally have 10 wipes. So that'd better be enough for tomorrow, eh? So even though I prepped tonight, it'll still be a bit crazy in the morning.
Oooh and I've already mapped out my driving route, including a gas stop (another oh fuck moment) with a mini mart so I can get a 44oz diet coke to help me thru the morning. I think I figured out the way with the least traffic, but only time will tell. I really don't want to be late on my first day.
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