The last couple of Saturdays I have been curled up in my bed catching up on my previous weeks missed sleep!!  'Saturdays' seem to be turning into a weekly blur for me!! Not this Saturday, though, we had an appointment at 915am at Laser City, in the CBD of Sydney, to have some unwanted hair removed. 

I was planning on having most of my pubic hair (just a triangle patch remaining) removed from my nether regions. Pinky was planning a full "Brazilian" (bald as a newborn babies butt). We both pulled out at the last minute, because travelling seems to be a better way to spend our hard earned cash!!

My problem is, that my daughter is receiving treatment on her overgrown unibrow and my son is targeting his chest bush!! (It sucks that my kids received the hair gene from their ethnic Mexican father!!)

So, while I wasn't attending my own appointment, I was still 'adult supervising' my minor child. Which meant, that I still needed to drive into the city, leaving at 8am to keep our 9:15am appointment. 

This wouldn't be such a big deal in any normal person schedule, but I finished work at 6am and needed to leave at 8am. 

Needless to say, I was extremely exhausted as I climbed behind the steering wheel and hit the road heading into the Central Business District of Sydney. I wished I could turn around and head back to bed!! (it sucks to be an adult sometimes)

My best fag frien also had an appointment. His company and conversation seemed to stave off my sleep for the first leg of our journey into town. 

At our appointment, I managed to stay alert due to the fact that the smell of burning hair was pungent in the air and was making me queasy!! 

My son happened to be in the treatment room closest to the waiting room, so I made a joke about how it was his hair burning. I said "I'd know that smell anywhere". We all cracked up laughing!! At that precise moment my son emerged from his room and thought we were laughing at him and he blushed!!

He must have been juggling with his own 'vanity demons', this fact was brought to the surface by our laughing. I quickly recognised his chagrin, so I explained my previous joke he missed out on, to settle him! He laughed and relaxed. (A mothers work is never done!! Thank God we can read our children like open books!!) 

We sluggishly headed back to the car stopping along the way for a healthy lunch. Our "City trip" excitement had vanished or was burned off with a laser, but everyones mood was mellow as we arrived at my parked car.  I struggled internally about taking the drivers wheel heading home. I was very drowsy and I didn't know if I should drive.

Being the 'pig headed' woman I am, I thought to myself "I can do this, I'm a strong woman, for fucks sake!!"

We hit the road and before we even hit the 'Eastern Distributer', my best fag friend fell to sleep in the seat next to me!! I knew this would make me more drowsy so I cranked the air-con on to 3 to keep the cool air blowing into my face.

This helped until we rounded the curve on the M5 near Liverpool. That's when my body took over. I struggled to keep my eyes open and I could feel my mind checking out on little 'Micro' sleeps. My son seemed to notice my drooping eyelids and said "Mom, I'm watching you fall asleep, pull over and I'll drive" 

My son isn't insured to drive my car so a spark of anger ignited and arouse me briefly!! It was enough to get me to the exit of Campbelltown. Relief washed over me as I could physically feel the pull of my bed.

Two minutes later I crawled into my bed and enjoyed a 17 hour sleep. I must have been really tired!!