After a night of no sleep while Roman nursed his way through a high fever, I was still required to stay on duty. I'm like the mailman. But not even really because I can't leave my vehicle unmanned and hop out at my own leisure. I get such dirty looks. Even when I leave the windows cracked???
Anyway, even though I try to stay glass half full, I draw the line when said water glass is completely empty and ALL OVER MY COMPTUER.
death. despair. wailing and gnashing...
Gone are the good ole days. I barely know what to do with my hands anymore??
I suppose I should pick up a book or something. But instead I'll just budget out toilet paper and save up for a new computer.
I was so rattled from my afternoon without mindless facebook chatter and so fatigued from a night without sleep that I lazily glanced at the clock - 7:58pm - and announced BEDTIME a little more chipper than I should have.
Sidenote: When I lived with my sister many years ago, I always wondered why bedtime was her husbands "job". My 18-year-old mind wondered why she didn't want to give her six small children their last hug and kiss for the night, gently tuck them into their beds and sweetly say "Goodnight kids!"
Well...let's just say a little time and experience has...uh...enlightened me.
Anyway, continuing on to bedtime. I threw the three little monsters into their beds, speed-talked prayer time, spit-blew some kisses, and screamed I love you as I slammed the door and ran to the fridge for some wine.
Me: "Heck yeah! It's 9:30! Why are you home so late?
Him: "Honey, it's 8:17."
And so concluded our 2nd worst day in Texas so far. There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. And it is NOT in the shape of a ~800 sq. ft. 2-bedroom rental...
We close on our new house bright and early tomorrow morning and will be fully moved in within a week :)
I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!