Bitch, Moan, Complain

My back still hurts but it’s getting better. Since valium let me down the night before last, I just took three advil last night before bed and all was fine. Plus I don’t take anything for sleeping when I’m the only one here with Bridget. I don’t care if I have just lost a limb - I will not medicate if I’m her only caregiver.

I was awakened to men on my roof at 7:30 a.m. I was a bit pissed about this. Especially since this was supposed to be done yesterday. I mean, I’m glad they will hopefully be done early today but that’s a seriously screwed up thing to wake up to.

When I went to Bridget’s room, I immediately knew something was not right. The smell hit me right away. She had had the worst poop blowout she’s ever had. To be perfectly frank (sorry) she had diarrhea for the first time ever in her life. I just threw away the pajamas because… ew, gross. Then it was off to the bath after I got her nasty diaper off.  Poor thing. I never freaked out and continued to speak sweetly to her, but I think she was upset and wondered why the morning bath.

After the cleanup, we came downstairs. She kept asking for milk, which she never does. She’ll drink it, but she rarely asks for it. I gave it to her and asked her what she wanted to eat. With every suggestion, she said no. Again, not like her. Breakfast is her best meal of the day and she loves most breakfast food. Eventually I berated her into cereal and banana. While I was in the laundry room dealing with her sheets and blanket, I heard the tell-tale sound. Yep she threw up. Now, since I wasn’t watching, I have no idea if she threw up just because or if she had her fingers in her mouth again. I asked her if she gagged herself with her fingers and she said yes, but you can’t count on the veracity of that statement. So another cleanup was in order.

Now she’s sitting on a towel on the couch watching Sesame Street (which I believe is in its new season already, to my immense pleasure - I was very sick of the repeats) because I don’t know if either end is going to blow again. The roofers are making a huge ruckus but I don’t feel safe taking her out anywhere just yet.

Mamma might just go a bit nuts today.

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Too Tired for Too Long

I gotta do something different. I have been up too late too many nights in a row. And today I got up way too early. Like, still dark early. My niece was having tubes put in her ears this morning and needed to be at the hospital very early. I went over to get my nephew up and off to daycare. Then I trained with Trainer Dave, even though my quads are still screaming from Monday’s session. Ouch.

Tonight I’ll be up until midnight, then I have to get up for a work call at 6 a.m., then off to the hospital to visit a friend who just had a baby and tomorrow night is Eddie Izzard. At this rate, I’ll get some rest when we go to Mexico in July.

I need to figure something else out because I require more sleep than the average bear and this is killing me. God, I need about 12 straight hours of uninterrupted sleep. I’m even past the nap stage at this point. My tired would eat a nap for lunch.

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Oops, Almost Missed It

I almost missed a day of posting in the Blog 365 challenge. So I’m posting about that. Because I’m still in a rotten mood and have nothing else to post about.

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Tapped Out

I just don’t have anything good to say. And if I don’t have anything good to say, I won’t say anything at all.

I’m taking comfort in brownies and new episodes of Lost and Survivor.

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