Since 2:38 PM on September 4th, I have worked exactly 8 hours.
First, Adam’s crappy croup. Then my own adult version of crappy something that put me out of commission for several days and required TWO doctor visits, the second of which my doctor didn’t really know what was wrong but gave me pity antibiotics. In between? I made it to work one day.
And this morning at 3 am? My dear, happy, healthy son woke me up. It seems, Internetz, that his appetite has returned with a vengeance.
I laid there, listening to his nighttime bickering, wondering if it was going to turn into full fledged belly aching. In my sleep induced haze I dreamed about anniversaries and orchids. After ten minutes of that nonsense, I gave Adam a bottle, which he DRAINED in the time it took me to change his diaper and put him back to bed.
What to do at 3:15 AM?
1. Send an email to Aunt Becky:
okay, so apparently your blog is influencing me TOO much.
I’m in that not so fun place between asleep and awake, just now, while my son is decidedly AWAKE and UNHAPPY.
I was thinking about the fact that we are approaching our third wedding anniversary and thought/dreamt that I was looking it up on the computer – paper? plastic? gold?
No, apparently the third anniversary is ORCHIDS.
And I woke up thinking what the hell??
2. Eat breakfast. Last night’s leftover chicken enchiladas which earned THIS face from the little man, but he ate them, tomatoes, onions, cheese, sauce and all. Though his eyes watered a little bit.
3. Watch last night’s Emmy Awards. Wonder WHO gets to vote and HOW do I get this job? I told Ismael the other day, “*I* want to be a reality show judge. How can I do this?” Basically I’m in the market for something that pays about a gazillion times my regular salary and requires one gazillionth of the work and smarts that my current job does. Oh and good insurance. Or so much money I don’t care about it. Either way. He ignored me. Totally. Unsupportive.
4. Realize that I watch most of the nominated reality shows in at least an abbreviated DVR fashion. This either speaks volumes about how GOOD my viewing habits are (my shows are award nominees and WINNERS) or BAD they are (I watch reality shows).
5. Realize the alarm is ringing in the bedroom.
6. Realize the last two hours has NOT been a dream.
Ugh. Back to reality.
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Man i am not looking forward to those late night wake ups. After 4 years without them i dont know how i am going to deal with them and still function. Glad he is feeling better!
Oh, the look on his face is HILARIOUS. Seriously, I just about died. And I’m in that surreality today too. Just pinched myself and nope, I still have 105 feeds in my reader to read, 2 things to write, and a zillion emails to return.
*sighs*
Reality check, indeed.