I’m in a rotten mood. Have been since I got up. I wish my hormones would settle so I could be happy. Bah! <\/p>\n
I was having a really intense anxiety dream about an intruder in the house. I felt someone grab my face and about had a heart attack. It was Erik, waking me up. <\/p>\n
From that moment on he could do nothing right today, poor kid. I feel bad for being so grumpy, but sometimes I just want to knock some sense into him. Why can’t he act like a grown up? So what if he is only 4!<\/p>\n
Yes, I’m joking. I know I have no right to be so irritable with him. He’s just a kid. But that doesn’t make my emotions any easier to handle.<\/p>\n
To top it off, it’s a no school day which means we didn’t get a break from each other. I took him to Playtime at the Plex, so that was a pretty nice two hours even though he did get in major trouble for hitting a kid with a baton. I am so tired of talk of weapons and destroying people. Argh! And I have a feeling it is only going to get worse. He was begging to watch Spiderman today, but I refused. I don’t even know what channel that would be on. I’ve been taking him to the gym in the evenings instead of the mornings and the kids are all much older. They’ve been watching it there and it pisses me off. Not appropriate! Yes, I am finicky. If I had my way they wouldn’t have a TV at all in the childcare. They would play games and stuff. During the morning shift they usually do organize the kids and play games, but the evening staff is a lot more lazy and the kids are older and not interested in stuff like that.<\/p>\n
I should have took him to the gym this evening, but I just wanted to have a hot meal on the table when Mike got home and getting home at 5:30 sort of makes that impossible. He hasn’t said so, but I think he’s getting tired of ham and cheese sandwiches. If only I would have known Mike wasn’t going to be home until after 9 pm I could have made my evening a little more bearable with an exercise\/me time break.<\/p>\n
At one point I decided we’d watched enough television, so turned it off and told Erik we weren’t going to watch anything until he did two puzzles, played with play-doh or played some board games with me. He laid on the couch, crying and begging and just being a general asshole about it for almost an hour. I kept telling him that I would help him and I would play with him. If he would just do it, the TV would come on sooner. I got my wish for a TV break. He managed to be a little turd for two hours before he gave in and did a couple of puzzles. And guess what? Once he started them he had fun! Duh! <\/p>\n
Can you tell it was a long day? Erik didn’t fall asleep until 9:05, five minutes before Mike walked in the door. I would like to officially tip my hat to all you single mothers out there. I would probably be in the loony bin if I had to be alone with my kid 24\/7. <\/p>\n
Next week is going to really be fun because Mike is going to be out of town several days. I may run away from home. Anyone want to take in a four year old for a few days? He really is sweet, except he doesn’t listen very well and thinks he knows everything.<\/p>\n
Or maybe you just want to come visit and clean out my dryer vent? It is taking two freakin’ hours to dry a load of clothes. I am ready to go buy a new dryer, but someone suggested I clean out the vents first and maybe call a repairman if that doesn’t work. What? Spending a shit load of money on something unnecessary isn’t your first line of thought? You actually problem solve? <\/p>\n
Anyway, I found a how-to guide online, but I think my big pregnant belly shouldn’t be attempting things like unhooking gas lines (I have no idea how to do such a thing), dragging the washer and dryer out of the way and bending over to clean out the vent. Mike can do it, I’m sure. But when? He’s working his ass off at work and at home already.<\/p>\n
Here’s hoping tomorrow sees an end to my grouchies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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