Since I last posted my son has hovered on the edge of being sick, that irritating cough/croup with all the sniffing/refusal to blow nose that five year old's do. (Dear god, hell must include the sound of your child sitting and watching TV while *sniffing* and *snorting* and basically *sucking snot* every 10-30 seconds. It's like Chinese Water Torture for mothers.) Not sick enough to take to the doctor, but sick enough to share his germs with his mother.
Thank you, son. :P
My brother was living about a 5 hour drive away, he lost his job, his friend that he was living with decided to move to another state, and he ended up apartmentless last week. So instead of me sleeping after working all night Tuesday I got to go on a fun road trip with my Mom and my daughter. (another thing, why is it when you get a new vehicle something immediately happens that requires you to drive a minimum of 8 hours round trip? this has happened with my last 3 cars and now my truck!) We made it back about 10:30, just in time for me to get to work almost on time at 11:00.
This made me cranky in addition to sick.
Because of my brother moving back in we had to shift some things around, and I ended up buying a new couch (and a recliner and a huge coffee table/ottoman hybrid that I love) and I already had a new rug, I just hadn't had the incentive to move stuff to put it down yet. So we spend the weekend moving furniture out and in, and cleaning, which strained my back. (And yo, furniture is *expensive*. And just how come my brother is car-less, job-less, and money-less, but he ends up with something brand-new to sleep on???) .
I am now sick, cranky, broke, and sore.
That was Sunday night, so of course on Monday, just to start things off right this week, I start my period. By now I've went quiet, and everyone kinda moves around me as quick as they can. If this was someone else I'd be laughing my ass off at them.
We're up to sick, cranky, broke, sore and *bleeding*.
Apparently my granny looked down and decided I'd had enough, so she must have taken an elevater down and arm wrestled the devil into leaving me alone since Tuesday, because most everything is better and alright now. It's almost Friday morning and there will be peace in my house this weekend if I have to get down and slap some bitches. (Really. I need it. The peace, slapping is too much energy.) And I want to work on my story and have it ready for next week.
So, how's things at your end? *sends hugs* (please send prayers and thank you's to my granny :D )
