And I’m going to a very mean one, at that. And this is a very long, rambling post. You’ve been warned.
Remember the post about Murphy’s Law? It’s happening. My husband has duty. No big deal, usually. It’s an excuse for me and the kids to chill out, eat something simple for dinner, and for me to clean the house without him underfoot.
Today has been hellish.
Sweet Pea got a very small cold a couple of days ago. Bubby, of course caught it. He cannot suffer in silence. Nor will he sleep. All he has is the sniffles. A stopped up nose. No fever, coughing, stomach issues. So he kept me up ALL night last night, for the second night in a row. Over a stuffy, snotty nose. *sigh*
So of course, I’m exhausted. Did I mention I stayed up till 2am working on a paper that I put off? It was easy, just time-consuming.
We get up, I give the kids their breakfast. Bubby doesn’t eat. No surprise there, honestly. He just kind of grazes till dinner. He then accidently spills his cereal all over because he was pretending to mop the floor. Meanwhile Sweet Pea keeps asking for more food. She’s the opposite of her brother and eats a lot during the early day and not much dinner.
I go to put dinner in the crock pot and realize I don’t have an ingredient I need. There goes chicken enchilada night. 😦
I decide to get us dressed so we can go outside for a bit. Sweet Pea is screaming upstairs asking where I am every 30 seconds, even though I explained that I was going to grab their clothes and get dressed.
While up there I discover I’m getting my period. Lovely. Although that does explain why I’m so bitchy and have no patience.
We get dressed, go outside. I manage to soak myself with the sprinkler. *sigh*
I go to water the backyard, taking the kids with me. Bubby wonders off, as usual. I go get him. Twice. Go back to the backyard, finally get the fertilizer sprayed on the lawn (we are desperately trying to have GRASS in our yard instead of weeds). I tell the kids to go up front.
Bubby of course takes off, by the time I get to the front yard, after turning off the hose, you know 8 seconds, he is in the street. I have to run and chase him down. This kid is going to be the death of me.
I decide, that I want a coffee. So we walk to the Burger King right up the road. Which took FOREVER. The two ladies in the back moved at the speed of a sloth. Bubby is screaming because he is bored, tired, and hungry. 25 minutes later, we get our food (2 burgers and a fry). I get outside, and Sweet Pea manages to knock our food to ground. Fries, go everywhere. Luckily the burgers were safe, otherwise I think I would have had a breakdown in the parking lot.
Get home eat, clean up our mess, and go upstairs. I tell Sweet Pea she can watch a movie while brother and I sleep. She is phasing out naps, but mama needs her down time, so she has to rest. She picks Care Bears Make a Wish or something on Netflix. I get her settled, she’s happy. Bubby and I go in the other room. He’s out in 10 minutes. I start drifting off (FINALLY!), then Sweet Pea knocks on my door saying she is scared.
Stupid freakin’ movie. It is banned.
I get her settled, turn off the movie, tell her to lay down and sleep. Go back to my room, start drifting off and Bubby wakes up. He only slept for an hour. Even though he was cranky most of the morning because of still being sleepy.
I’m ready to cry. I’m SO tired. I could barely think this morning when I woke up. Someone asked me a question on facebook and I had to google the answer because I couldn’t remember the name of a beach we visited recently.
Soooo, yeah. Now I have to figure out how to cook the thawed chicken in my fridge. Then we will drive 30 minutes to visit Jason at work. It’s the only thing keeping Sweet Pea from bursting into tears every 2 minutes because she misses her Daddy. (Yes, she is a HUGE HUGE HUGE Daddy’s girl, she freaks out when he gone more than 8 hours)
These are the days I miss Jason being on the night shift. He would let me sleep in if the kids had a rough night and I was up all night. Then he would crash after I got up.
I cannot wait for bedtime. The bottle of wine is calling my name..