Tired, so tired. Up all night holding onto LB. But let me tell you how it all began.
I was sitting at the computer with Hubby, cursing Diaryland for not letting me get in to look at my diary, I decided that I should just give up the ghost and crawl off to bed, which is exactly what I did, or at least that's what I attempted to do.
But once I got to the top of the stairs I heard a little laugh come from LB's room and I knew that he wasn't asleep. I waited for about 20 minutes to see if he'd fall back to sleep but once the crying and complaining began I knew that it was never going to happen. I picked him up and lugged him downstairs, where I spent the entire night with him. He screamed, he cried, he gave me nothing but a hard time. Finally at 4:30am he cheered up a bit when some of his favorite shows came on. He played while I lay on the sofa and slept. At 7:00 Hubby got up, got me up, got Dot up. We were behind schedule because I slept in. But somehow I managed to get Dot out the door.
So here I sit, waiting for EB to come home for lunch, LB is attempting to destroy whatever he can get his hands on. Once EB has his lunch I'm lying down and trying to get a nap before I clean the kitchen and start dinner.
Hubby is grumbling about the state of the house. Um yeah it's a pigsty. I know that. I don't need to be told that. I'm sorry that I haven't been up to snuff on the house cleaning this week, I've been exhausted. And yes I'm exhausted a lot. I don't sleep that well on a regular basis. Stress has me waking up in the middle of the night, snoring wakes me up routinely, and LB loves to play the 'keep Mommy up all night' game. So yeah, on any given day I can safely say that I most likely am recovering from a sleepless night somewhere in the recent past. He doesn't get it, actually he does get it. That's why it pisses me off so much.
He gets how it feels to be exhausted, but he gets so wrapped up in his own crap that he doesn't give a thought about me. I mean he was sleeping nice and sweet last night while I fought with LB. He gets up and starts to bitch at me about the state of the house. He's been home a lot this past week, has he done any laundry or assisted with any housework? No he was playing World of Warcraft.
So, when you ask me about cleaning the house mister, you had better just step back and realize that you will be asking for more than a whole can of whoop ass today. I'm tired, bitchy and not in any mood to sugar coat it!!!
So Fuck off!
Happy Birthday Day Sassy. Yeah, getting a tattoo together sounds like fun. I'll call you later to wish you a happy one over the phone.
11:25 a.m. - January 27, 2006
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