Nov
One of those days
Here I was, looking forward to the weekend with the naive hope that it would offer some relief from the stress of the workweek. Sadly, my hopes have been dashed. Here is how the last 24 hours have gone:
- The kid wakes up over and over in the night for unspecified reasons. When I demanded an answer at 3:00 AM as to why she insisted on waking me up again all I got was an “eh?” in response. I think she’s faking that she doesn’t understand the question.
- The kid decides after not sleeping all night that waking up for the day at 6:15 AM is a great idea.
- Husband leaves for work at 7:45 AM, leaving a tired and very grumpy mama with a teething and also grumpy toddler. Brewing a recipe for disaster commences.
- As I am attemtping to make myself decent, I realize the house is eerily quiet. No noise from the kid in the next room. I go to inspect and discover her emptying my purse and being particularly taken with the bright red lipstick in there. In order to investigate this exciting new product further, the kid decides to taste it, smear it on her jammies, and rub it on the carpet. Awesome.
- The kid spends the rest of the morning ignoring my attempts to distract her with fun items (”Look, honey, a plastic spoon!”) and fakes that she doesn’t understand the word “no”. I know she is faking because the entire time she is doing something naughty she says “no” repeatedly. Multiple time-outs ensue.
- The kid decides that the mild whining and grunting over the last couple of hours has not been sufficient and decides to screech incessantly at the top of her lungs, over NOTHING.
- Oh, did I mention that through all of this mama has PMS= the overwhelming feeling that I am completely unable to cope with life in general? I didn’t mention that? Silly me, since that has made everything exponentially worse.
- 1:00 PM. I’ve had it. The countdown to when daddy gets home has begun. Thankfully, the kid is taking a nap.
The bright beacon of hope shining through all of this today has been the knowledge that tonight I get to go to the SYTYCD live concert. YEAH! If I can just keep that in my sights, I think I’ll make it through the next five hours…
Tags: feeling crazy, PMS, whining
