********** Warning: Venting Ahead ************
I need another day in the week. Seven is not enough. I would prefer it if this eighth day was 'mine', sort of in another dimension where I would not be required to do the daily things that seem to suck my day away - cooking, dishes, small child care, laundry, cleaning up the daily messes that seem to get made - the endless loop of putting Jason back in his bed that I seem to be on...be right back.
Sorry, had to tuck Jason in for the 8th time. Last night tucking Jason in went on for an hour. I'm getting tired; William is tired because they share a room. This weekend we will spend some time removing all the dangers from their room so that I can just lock him in there & he can roam until he passes out. But for now, he really needs to stay in the darn crib so he doesn't get hurt. Did I mention he's not even 2 yet?
So here I sit on the hallway floor with the door cracked, blogging on the netbook & sipping my coffee while I try to wait him out. The big kids will be home in less than an hour and I'm really starting to resent the fact that he's stealing what little time I used to have to myself. Add in the fact that he's miserable, because he's tired, and he fussed at me all through the grocery store. Sarah was no pleasure either; at least we had the crazy old guy serenading us with "America the Beautiful" - that was odd.
As soon as Jason dozes off, I'm ignoring the stack of receipts and bills on my desk I need to deal with, the dishes in the sink AND the baskets of laundry waiting to be washed - I'm going to curl up on the couch with this (which wasn't supposed to be for sale until tomorrow! Wahoo!) and go to my happy place. Please hold all calls.