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My Monday

I hate Mondays.

If Pookah is to get sick, it’s always on a Saturday or Sunday.  That way, it ends up that I have to take him to the doctor when I get off from working a 12 hour night shift Sunday night.

My mother is coming tomorrow, and I needed to clean and grocery shop today.  So Murphy’s Law would state that Pookah would end up sick.

With a double ear infection and “kinda sorta” asthma( medical term, really).

So, I run around all morning with a whiny, tired, feverish child after rushing home from working one of the most horrible shifts ever. Then, get him home, get him to nap for 2 hours, then entertain him for the rest of the evening, deal with the EXTREME hyperness( is that a word?) that came with having a breathing treatment, and then struggle to put him to sleep.

( note to self, give Pookah evening breathing treatment at LEAST 3 hours before bedtime).

I come to my bedroom and randomly say I’m hungry.  Said Husband continues to play Madden and randomly asks what I want.  I don’t care.

30 minutes later, he’s still playing Madden.

Now, I’m dead tired.  I mean, I’m practically delirious over here.  I haven’t slept but 2 hours in the last 24, 12 of those hours were killer hours at work, and the other 12 were spent dealing with a sick toddler, who half of the time whines, the other half runs around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.

All I wanted was for someone to get me dinner.

And he played Madden.

I warned him earlier that I wasn’t going to cook.  You would have thought that common sense would lead him to bring something home with him.

Noooooooo. Too much like right.

In the end, I ended up with a bowl of cereal.

Just as I put my spoon in, he wanders downstairs talking about he is going to get fish.

And seems completely thrown when I jump down his throat.

He keeps wanting to compare our experiences.

“Oh, I didn’t get hardly any sleep last night.”

But it was in your bed.  Not my fault you didn’t go to sleep when Pookah did.

I got 2 hours.

TWO DAMNIT.

I’m tired. I came upstairs before I lost my mind. because this shit is getting old.

I’m going to bed.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

Optimistic Mom

Tuesday 4th of October 2011

I really think that husbands see things totally different......and to avoid a long list of those difference, I'll just wish you a better day and lots of sleep. :)

Babs

Tuesday 4th of October 2011

You and your husband need to have a serious sit down discussion about this stuff.

kita

Monday 3rd of October 2011

Yours plays madden mines plays xbox some type of modern warfare mess. These men just don't get it I wish they would come out with a show where we could switch places with them and let them have the kids for a week. They won't even last a day. Hopefully you can catch up on some rest when your parents come in.

Preshus Me

Monday 3rd of October 2011

Men are so clueless sometimes!