People, I am really suffering right now. I'm having so many feelings that I feel like I want to explode with the biggest tantrum of all time. One thing that sucks about having kids is that you have to hold yourself together. And right now that is hard.
You know how when you were in school and you had finals and you had 4 major papers you had to write with a million references footnoted (and this was in the days of researching on microfiche!!!) and you were procrastinating and waiting until about the last possible minute to start (36 hours before it was due... on a good day). And you got all ready to get down to business and then suddenly you were so inexplicably tired. You could not stay awake. You know it isn't helping matters but it's like you've been struck with procrastination induced narcolepsy.
Was that just me?
Well THE SAME SHIT is going down right now. I keep falling asleep... and, people, I do not fall asleep. I never took a nap the entire time I had a newborn. I am hardcore. And here I am yesterday sound asleep with Baby putting a crown on my head and slapping me in the face with a diaper.
I just cannot deal with how out of control I feel and I am shutting down.
Oh and yesterday Baby got one of those giant hives that aren't hives but some more severe allergic reaction that landed her in the ER a couple of months ago. Awesome. That cost us $300 out of pocket because our shitty health plan does not have a fucking ER co-pay. So she's walking around with her spots circled in marker and we're hoping she successfully fights this off today and I don't have to take her in.
She's pissy because she doesn't feel good and I'm pissy because I'm just pissy and today is going to be a good day.
Oh and last night Kid was being a smart ass at the table during dinner and correcting me... she's in that phase... you know the one that starts at 6 and ends at 96 where your children have to correct you. It's ultra annoying. Especially when they are wrong (I never am... right Mom?). Well I was informing her of how annoying it was and Baby looked at me across the table and said "Stop Talking And Eat Mom." She was right... I was on the verge of losing my cool. And then later when I was getting in bed with Kid to read to her I told her "I'm having a really bad day if you didn't notice." It was kind of like an apology... right? Yes that is what I thought. And then she said "Yeah... you didn't even thank me." Which was so ridiculous, and funny, and typically seven, that it actually cheered me for a minute. I'm still not clear on what I was supposed to have thanked her for...
