Hello Insomnia, my old friend!
I know I should just make myself go to bed about now. I know Emmett will be awake at some ungodly hour and I will hate myself for not sleeping when I had the chance.
I also know there is still so much trashy late night TV to watch that I can sit here for at least a little while longer…
That moment. ..
When you are so tired and in need of coffee to function that you almost lack the energy to make your coffee.
This following the moment when you wake up in dental agony from the braces that were “aggressively” tightened yesterday, only to have your son head-butt you in the teeth seconds later. This is the same child who is responsible for most of the unreasonable exhaustion.
I have a feeling it is going to be one of those days. At least he is playing quietly so I can type this and make the much needed cuppa. Small mercies.
I love my husband
But I need a fracking vacation. ALL. BY. MYSELF.
And maybe Emmett could come too. If he brings his own nanny.
This is not the Friday I was looking for…
I just lost my shit with my husband, because he had the nerve to inform me (after doing some un-invited number crunching) that the extra money I pay on the principal of my Fracking student loans every month is “not really doing us any good”. In the end, according to him, it will only save us about $140.
I call bullshit. Also, who the hell asked him?
I ended up in tears, and I’m not sure why… for some reason, my student loans seem to be a very emotional subject for me.
I’m going to bed now before he can “educate” me on how we should be following the budget. You know, the one I designed that he can’t be bothered to read or follow either.
Men. Geez.
Sticky
That moment when you pick up the bottle of apple juice to shake it…. only to discover the lid was not screwed on AT ALL.
Under Achiever
Each and every time my son wakes up from a nap, I’m struck by the absolute certainty that I did not take full advantage of my time while he was sleeping.
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