Whew!
Smushy woke up with no fever! Yay, right? But no, she is juuuust well enough to be completely disagreeable. She only wants yogurt and screams if I even make something different for myself. It took forever to get her down for a nap (with kicking and screaming) and she was coughing a bit, so I know it wasn’t very restful. Plus it was only 2 hours, which would be fine if she weren’t so cranky all day. Add on some stuck poops and we have both been miserable. I find myself feeling really bad for her one minute and really annoyed with her the next.
Mr. Silly is working late tonight and won’t be home for another hour and a half. He did come home for lunch and dinner though, so at least we got to see him a little. But that meant I was running around right before he got home both times trying to get meals done so he could eat quickly since he didn’t have a lot of time. Not a big deal, but I’ve been really contraction-y today and probably should try to stay off my (very very swollen) feet. Plus I asked him TWICE about his schedule on Wednesday because I have to go grocery shopping and TWICE he told me it was fine but then OhRightIForgot he has this thing that completely throws a wrench in my plans. This has happened for the past 3 weeks every time I have plans. I am getting pissed. I mean, I know it’s not his fault. But I don’t care. He is the only person I can get mad at and so take it out on him I shall! Grrrr!
My living room looks like HELL because I can’t bend over so well and my back starts screaming at me 2 seconds after I start trying to clean. I’ve asked Mr. Silly to handle it, but he just won’t. I don’t know why since he has no problem cleaning in general and has picked up the slack a TON. It’s just weird and annoying since it really looks like shit. Driving me absolutely crazy. So much so that I’ve actually started trying to clean it, but OMG pain. Suck it.
AND AND AND! We were charged some bogus charge and then refunded the wrong amount on our checking account. It was only 9 cents different, so we’re not fighting it, but we do have to go through the whole blah blah boring crap and it’s stupid. We’re planning on switching our checking account from that bank soon anyway, and this just cements that decision.
Plus, no one has told this child there is NO OPENING NEXT TO MY BELLYBUTTON from which to escape and he is trying to kill me. All the lotioning in the world does not seem to help this. I can not get him to pick a different position and my skin is stretched to the limit. Driving me batty!!
I’m just having one of those days.