For the past few days I have woken up and felt like poo. Not quite hammered dog shit, but basic poo. The feeling usually subsides somewhere mid morning or at least after coffee. Today, no such luck. My night time wake up schedule has been all screwed up. I find it funny that everyone asks if the boy sleeps through the night. Yes he does. At least 2 of the 3 people in our house do. I am that lucky 3rd who does not. I have been on a regular schedule of up at 1 a.m. and then again at 6 a.m. With the alarm going off at 7. The night before it was 2 a.m. and 6:30. I like the 1 and 6 better. Last night it was 12:30 and 4 and 6:30. That little change just screws me up. Pretty sad when your sleep time is even scheduled.
Since I’ve been all screwed up I have no energy to do anything and even have become Princess get the hell away from me before I rip your lips off or at the very least Queen if you say “all done vacuum” one more time I might just sell you to the internets. Needless to say I have a bit of a short temper. To get a short break I took the boy to the trusty husbands office so I could sit in a chair while someone else entertained him. Am I a cool mom or what?
On the productive front I did get the floor swept. I figured it was time when I was eating the boy’s
choking hazards Cheerios and the husband says, “you know those are the Cheerios he threw on the floor this morning.” Hmm. I thought I tasted cat hair. I also momentarily contemplated rearranging the living room furniture until I remembered that oh yeah, it only fits one way. Why oh why did I have to buy such big furniture?
I also got the password sent out this afternoon. I got 4 returns on addresses so if you didn’t get the email let me know and I will reply with the secret squirrel access code. There may or may not be a secret handshake involved. Also, there was only 1 family member that asked for said password in email form. If you told me over the phone that you want it, it is a good possibility that I wasn’t listening or that I just plain forgot. So send me an email. If you have just been plain lazy about requesting it… you better do so. Send me an email at elle at lifeofelle dot com.
I do want to say how proud I am of all my lurkers! Thanks guys. I am not brow beating you into commenting, but I just wanted to say thanks for delurking even if it is just to me.