Thursday, January 22, 2009

Worst.Morning.Ever.

I am so, so tired right now. It all started around 1am this morning. Baby boy started rolling around and whining a little bit. The whining got progressively louder and more obnoxious. (Yes he sleeps with us, don't judge!) Then the whining turned into full out cries and I thought I should probably stop pretending to sleep and see what is wrong with him. He kept saying that his legs were hurting. Ahh, we've been down this road before. Growing pains.

So I hold him for a little bit and tell him I'll be right back. I look at BD on the way out the room and say, "I know you're not asleep asshole." I take the firt step down the stairs and fall. Right on my tailbone. I only slid down to the first landing so I guess that's the silver lining. I could have rode my ass all the way to the tiled foyer. I finally make it to the kitchen, cursing the day we decided to buy a two story house. I grab two baby tylenol and a sippy with some water and head back upstairs.

I crawl back in bed next to baby boy and give him his medicine and sippy cup. The dog starts crying. For the love of pete! I guess the damn dog needs to go to the bathroom now. At 1:30 in the fucking morning. So I trek my ass downstairs again to let the damn dog out. I did not fall this time. I crawled back into bed and baby boy said "I need to go potty." So I get out of the mf'n bed again and pick him up and bring him to the bathroom. "I don't really need to go anymore." OMG, I almost lost my shit. I put him back in bed. "I don't need to go potty because I already teed in my pants!!" Then he hit me directly on the shin with his sippy cup. I have a lovely blue knot on my leg to show for that.

Oh, but that's not all my friends. I finally woke up after hitting snooze 15 times and hopped in the shower. OF COURSE all the hot water was gone, why wouldn't it be? I probably am developing pneumonia as we speak. So I get dressed and start drying my hair, feeling completely defeated at this point and thinking I should have probably stayed in bed when, the mother fucking dog pukes on my foot. ON MY FOOT!

I am tired, my ass hurts, my shin hurts, and I'm wearing mismatched socks. I seriously feel sorry for the next person that crosses me. And like a good little blogger, I took a picture this morning to document the mood that pretty much consumed all three of us, seen here, on Baby Boy's face...

13 comments:

Shana said...

Oh. My. GOD!! I am so sorry. I hope the day gets better for you. I guess it can't get much worse. Oh. Forget I said that!!

calicobebop said...

Puked on your foot!?! I do feel sorry for the next person that crosses you today. I hope things pick up and you're able to finish out the day without killing anyone!

Shana said...

According to babynames.com
your name means 'Precious stone' so the 'hard tree sap' was kind of close.
Precious is good. Hard, meaning strong is good too!!

So Not Mom-a-licious said...

Sounds like my night, yesterday. Only my baby is sick, which leads to horrible bowel movements left in the wrong places! Hope today is a little better. Okay a lot better!

Dee said...

Just passing by and thought I would let you know I really enjoyed your blog.

Stacie said...

damn girl...hope your day gets better!

Cookie Crums said...

But at least you have a rockin haircut!! :)

Hope your day takes a turn for the better.

I let the hubby handle our child last night....no guilt on my part either (as he was stomping up the stairs to Lil man's room. This was at 3:30ish am). SO I was kind of laughing while I was reading....not at you, just that we went through something a little similar. Oh...and the dog had to go out around 1:30ish which said hubby did also. :)

Matter Of Fact Mommy said...

awwww, what a night! sounds like the night that BS got the stomach flu - the day after christmas. and what is it with the fucking dogs!? every time i have to get up with a kid, or a kid gets up in the middle of the night the dog stirs and i have to let him outside. better than him puking ON MY FOOT! ;)

hope your day's gotten better!

Ryan Ashley Scott@Optimistic Cynicism said...

On the bright side, dog puke is slightly less disgusting than dog poop. Maybe.

That picture is toooo cute!

Aubrey said...

Sorry!
I can't help but laugh just a little bit. Because if I don't laugh, I'll surely cry for you. LOL What a night!

Mrs. D said...

Hi! Stoppin' by from SITS...I see you are in the process of becoming an RN? Hang in there! I've been an RN for almost 2 years. Graduation DOES come!

Soxy Deb said...

Poor little fella, he looks like that pop tart has done him wrong.
I would tell you it has to get better cause it cant get any worse, but we all know that's a LIE!
Try to have a good ay.

Candice said...

I'm so glad you stopped by my blog. After checking you out for a while, you are defintely going on my blog roll, woman! I can fully appreciate another foul mouthed, sassy mommy when I see her. ;)