I just need to rant and complain a bit.
This week has been horrible. I've been out of the house every day since Sunday, and Little Ara's not used to going out that much so her sleep's all messed up, and I haven't been getting much sleep at night. I turn into Monsterzilla upon one night of too little sleep, and it's been a week. I barely made it through the day.
My dad and stepmom have been in town this week for my sister's graduation and Little Ara's birthday. They've been bugging me constantly to come see them but I don't drive and I'm way too busy preparing for Little Ara's party tomorrow. The house is nowhere near clean enough and I frankly don't care anymore. They actually went so far as to make my plans FOR me, telling me, "We'll pick you up at noon!" I've told them that Little Ara is usually napping at noon, and I was too tired and busy to see them (I've seen them almost every day this week at family events, btw, so it's not like I haven't seen them at all and am avoiding them), but they showed up anyway and woke Little Ara up from her nap. She's been grumpy all day and there really wasn't anything I could do about it.
Today was the worst. Not only was Little Ara grumpy, but I didn't have time for coffee, I didn't get to eat anything until 5, then I was abandoned in my dad's stinky, grimy motel room while they went roller skating. When Hubs got off work and came to pick me up, we went grocery shopping. We mostly got stuff for Little Ara's party, and I nearly took a nail off while getting a frozen pizza out of the freezer. We get home, I barely manage to get the groceries put away I'm so exhausted, and I start making Little Ara's birthday cake. I'm taking it out of the pan, this glorious, beautiful cake, and I DROP IT. Hubs had to make a midnight trip to the store 30 miles away to get more cake mix and eggs, and he's not back yet. Now I'm going to be up for several more hours making said cake, and I have to get up early to clean. There's no end in sight.
I feel like this would call for an alcoholic beverage, but I don't drink, so a hug and a 12-hour nap will have to do.
This week has been horrible. I've been out of the house every day since Sunday, and Little Ara's not used to going out that much so her sleep's all messed up, and I haven't been getting much sleep at night. I turn into Monsterzilla upon one night of too little sleep, and it's been a week. I barely made it through the day.
My dad and stepmom have been in town this week for my sister's graduation and Little Ara's birthday. They've been bugging me constantly to come see them but I don't drive and I'm way too busy preparing for Little Ara's party tomorrow. The house is nowhere near clean enough and I frankly don't care anymore. They actually went so far as to make my plans FOR me, telling me, "We'll pick you up at noon!" I've told them that Little Ara is usually napping at noon, and I was too tired and busy to see them (I've seen them almost every day this week at family events, btw, so it's not like I haven't seen them at all and am avoiding them), but they showed up anyway and woke Little Ara up from her nap. She's been grumpy all day and there really wasn't anything I could do about it.
Today was the worst. Not only was Little Ara grumpy, but I didn't have time for coffee, I didn't get to eat anything until 5, then I was abandoned in my dad's stinky, grimy motel room while they went roller skating. When Hubs got off work and came to pick me up, we went grocery shopping. We mostly got stuff for Little Ara's party, and I nearly took a nail off while getting a frozen pizza out of the freezer. We get home, I barely manage to get the groceries put away I'm so exhausted, and I start making Little Ara's birthday cake. I'm taking it out of the pan, this glorious, beautiful cake, and I DROP IT. Hubs had to make a midnight trip to the store 30 miles away to get more cake mix and eggs, and he's not back yet. Now I'm going to be up for several more hours making said cake, and I have to get up early to clean. There's no end in sight.
I feel like this would call for an alcoholic beverage, but I don't drink, so a hug and a 12-hour nap will have to do.
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