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
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| 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
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| 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?
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