7 Quick Takes Friday. The Terrible Day Edition

I always put an exclamation point after the “Friday” in my “7 Quick Takes Friday” titles. But today, I’m not putting one in. Why, you ask? Because I’m having a terrible day and the only thing I can think of doing to vent my frustration without making someone cry is to not put an exclamation point in the title of my quick takes today.

That’s right. Watch out.

#7
Charlotte
who was not even remotely this happy
woke up at 6 am this morning. 
It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was. 
It was a big deal because yesterday Liam was up at 5:30. It was a big deal because both the  night before last and last night I was up until 1 AM working on jewelry. It was a big deal because she didn’t wake up, crawl out of bed, and come into my room like a normal child. 
Oh, no. 
Charlotte woke up and began screaming at the top of her lungs while repeated hitting and kicking Sienna. 
Needless to say, I was less than pleased, and gave her a long talking-to about how she is to act when she wakes up in the morning. 
#6
And Then
she bit me. 
The morning went downhill from there. 
#5
I Woke the Ogre Up
about an hour and a half later so that he could take Sienna to school. I was still irritated and he could hear it in my voice. He asked what was wrong, and I opened my mouth to tell him about Charlotte waking up screaming, but instead what poured out was this:
(When you read this, make sure you read it at triple speed and imagine many sobs and hiccups working their way in between the words)
“I’m so tired and I have so much to do so I can’t take a nap but the worst part is that even if I work really hard for the next three weeks and just get everything done it’s not going to be like I’ll get a break after that because I’ll be in Texas alone and I won’t have anyone to bounce the baby at night when he wakes up or watch the kids in the afternoon so I can have a nap and I don’t know what to do because I just can’t do this without youuuuuuuuuu!”
#4
Sparing You

suffice it to say that my long-suffering husband managed to talk me down and I was feeling so much better that I was even able to laugh when he said, “You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not fall back asleep while you were ranting.”

I even saw Sienna off to school with a smile. Then I turned around, determined to begin the day with some positive housework.
Just as I headed to the kitchen, my phone rang.
#3
The Ogre Was Calling to Tell Me
Disclaimer: this is not our balcony. Our balcony is 1/10 the size of this one and made of concrete
that water was pouring off our balcony. 
With a terrible, sinking feeling, I shifted the baby to my hip and went outside to see what was happening on our porch. 
As it turns out, our hot water heater in our outside storage room had broken and was spewing water. No big deal, right? After all, we live in an apartment. We don’t have to pay to have these things fixed.
Except for the fact that I use the storage room to store boxes of children’s and maternity clothes. Many boxes. About twenty boxes. All of which were soaked through. 
#2
So Now
the laundry, which was already entirely out of control, has become a malicious being of its own, bent on total destruction. 
And it’s taking me down with it.
#1
It’s 10 AM
and I need a drink.
Or twelve. 
For more quick takes, go see Jen, who’s only marginally more happy than I am today, though she has a better reason to be cranky. 
What’s up with us? Something in the water?

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887429052179249473 Dwija {House Unseen}

    I could totally hear you in your sobbing rant, Calah! Makes me wanna cry right along with you :(

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889780681891693861 Sarah

    Oh man. Hugs. Open that bottle of (whatever!) and have one for me too.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114 Melanie B

    Calah, I'm so sorry . I wish I could give you a hug. I totally understand about the child waking up too early. (How do they know to wake up early after you've stayed up too late?) And with the child waking up screaming. Sophie does that (Though without the kicking Bella because Bella's in the top bunk. I guess that's a small mercy.) And she refuses to let me hold her or talk to her until she's done with her screaming match. Which can take half an hour to wind down. I need a drink too. I just had to strip the sheets off my bed because Sophie threw up in it. Anthony won't let me put him down today, poor baby who's usually so calm is not happy when he's sick. So I'm going to have to jettison my stuffed peppers for dinner. I have no idea what we're going to eat now.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15774707631650694570 Full Spectrum Mom

    Calah, you are completely entitled to the rant.I think the Ogre should buy you a drink. But the Ogre never listens to me. ;)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942928659520676271 JoAnna

    It must be the week for ranty quick takes. **hugs** Sleep deprivation is so hard. I hope you can get some quality rest.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13774997165220926432 Dobrovits Family

    It's spiritual warfare….wanting you to lose your peace of soul as you get ready for this big life change….Throw out most of the clothes. Seriously. You do not want to pay for moving 20 boxes of clothes you MIGHT use someday (maybe)….Keep 1 box of the cutest, dressiest girls clothes from Siena for Charlotte – keep 1 box of your best basic maternity clothes (ie the one pair of jeans that make your butt look cute at 8 1/2 months, the lovely dress you feel radiant in)…Give away or throw away the rest. God will provide what you need WHEN you need it (not now)….Then go have a drink. I am tonight. I gave up alcohol for Lent and plan to enjoy a pomegranate martini after a rough week including a court appearance where a crazy guy got removed from the courtroom by 6 bailiffs…Cheers!Carlawww.bringinghenryhome.blogspot.com

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10329947206142706470 Peter and Nancy

    If you don't toss the clothes, this is an excellent time to go to the laundromat!! There you will be able to throw in MANY loads of clothes at the same time and finish the job in a fraction of the time it would take at home. Better yet, have your sweet Ogre drop you off there, help unload the clothes, and leave you with no kids. Just don't fall asleep there (not that that's ever happened to me). :o )Nancy

  • KT

    I had the worst day too (not as bad as yours but bad enough). Is it wrong that I just happen to be pretty sick right now and the thing that made my day end reeeeeal nice was the delightful cough syrup I have to take before bed? I felt great!


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