On Saturday, I went to a birthday party for a two-year-old. I was the only person there without children. I lasted for two hours and then had to go home and take a nap. I don't know how parents do it.
That evening, my husband and I went out to see three bands play. We met up with some of my co-workers beforehand and chatted for a while, then went to the bar and stayed until it closed. It was a lot of fun to get out into the local music scene as a spectator rather than a participant, for once. I hope we start doing that more often.
The next day was my nephew's first birthday party, which started at 11:30 a.m. Does it reflect poorly on me as an aunt if I reveal that I arrived with a bar stamp on my hand and the lingering smell of smoke in my hair? 11:30 is pretty darned early to make it half an hour across town when you didn't get to bed until 2 a.m.
Between all the social events and running a ton of errands over the weekend, I kind of wish I could have another day off. I think that feeling haunted my subconscious overnight because I had a stress dream about being late to work and missing an important meeting.
The good news is that this week isn't quite as overscheduled as usual. I have a lot to do at work, but the evenings are mostly free. I'm sure I can catch up on my sleep within a day or so. Now I just need to take the time to do some of the housework I've been neglecting...