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.