watch out for exploding heads!

the worst insomnia is the one induced by one’s kids.

and as if the constant whinging isn’t bad enough, there is the struggle to keep from screaming “bite me!” to the next unreasonable demand made at 1:30 in the morning.

this is the hour when you find yourself asking, “why is drugging them a bad thing again?”

maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that i’ve been stuck in this house for the past two weeks. i think i’m losing it. well, more so than usual.

ok, and here’s one reason why i’m losing it. just when i resign myself to being up all night; when begging, cajoling and threatening has done nothing to get my wee ones in bed, i make myself a cup of coffee and decide to do a little whining of my own. and don’t you know those little twerps are asleep! so typical.

good night!

>watch out for exploding heads!

>the worst insomnia is the one induced by one’s kids.

and as if the constant whinging isn’t bad enough, there is the struggle to keep from screaming “bite me!” to the next unreasonable demand made at 1:30 in the morning.

this is the hour when you find yourself asking, “why is drugging them a bad thing again?”

maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that i’ve been stuck in this house for the past two weeks. i think i’m losing it. well, more so than usual.

ok, and here’s one reason why i’m losing it. just when i resign myself to being up all night; when begging, cajoling and threatening has done nothing to get my wee ones in bed, i make myself a cup of coffee and decide to do a little whining of my own. and don’t you know those little twerps are asleep! so typical.

good night!

early morning musings, but not really a-musing

• despite wanting to eat as healthy as possible, i just don’t care for most things made of completely whole wheat.
• this has been a really sucky weekend. both kids are sick and hubby and i haven’t had a date night in two weeks. not that i’m complaining. much.
• time is ticking away until my mil is here and i still haven’t done the big clean-up and rearrange that i intended. heh.
• i could finally see the bottom of my kitchen sink saturday. except now it’s full of crap again.
• this is hardly a news flash, but my dad is irritating. he wanted us to go out to dinner with them yesterday, even though the kids are sick. he didn’t want to come over here, but he was willing to take them out in public and expose them to who knows what so he could go to don pablo’s. he’s also developed some sort of sore on his toe the one he gets gout in every few months, but he won’t go to the doctor. mom thinks he’s going to wait until it’s so bad he has to have his foot amputated. yay for stubbornness and denial!
• it might just be because i’m tired, but i think i might be coming down with whatever the kids have. double yay! 😐

>early morning musings, but not really a-musing

>

• despite wanting to eat as healthy as possible, i just don’t care for most things made of completely whole wheat.
• this has been a really sucky weekend. both kids are sick and hubby and i haven’t had a date night in two weeks. not that i’m complaining. much.
• time is ticking away until my mil is here and i still haven’t done the big clean-up and rearrange that i intended. heh.
• i could finally see the bottom of my kitchen sink saturday. except now it’s full of crap again.
• this is hardly a news flash, but my dad is irritating. he wanted us to go out to dinner with them yesterday, even though the kids are sick. he didn’t want to come over here, but he was willing to take them out in public and expose them to who knows what so he could go to don pablo’s. he’s also developed some sort of sore on his toe the one he gets gout in every few months, but he won’t go to the doctor. mom thinks he’s going to wait until it’s so bad he has to have his foot amputated. yay for stubbornness and denial!
• it might just be because i’m tired, but i think i might be coming down with whatever the kids have. double yay! 😐

hello, i’m being deliberately driven insane

k: i want something

me: what?

k: rectangle cheese melted

me: ok

(i go in kitchen and cut off a couple slices from a block of cheddar cheese and melt it in the microwave)

me: here you go

k: i don’t want this

me: this is what you asked for

k: i want it on bread

me: well why didn’t you say you wanted cheese on toast?

k: i want the white rectangle cheese

me: we don’t have any white rectangle cheese. we have white shredded cheese. do you want that.

k: ok

(i get out two slices of bread and begin toasting it under the broiler. as i’m doing this i’m eating the other melted cheese on some crackers)

k: what are you eating?

me: the cheese you didn’t want on some crackers

k: i want cheese on crackers

me: (exasperated) fine

(slice more cheese and arrange on crackers. hand husband plate with cheese on toast)

k: i want them like s’mores

me: (feeling the will to live slowly draining from my body) fine

(put a second cracker on top of cheese on crackers)

me: here

k: i want it squeezed

me: you mean you want it heated?

k: i want it squeezed!

me: fine!

(i take crackers and cheese and put in microwave)

me: here!

k: i don’t want it melted!

me: you said you wanted it squeezed! how do you expect to be able to squeeze the cheese in the crackers if you don’t have it melted?!

k: i don’t want it melted! (starts crying)

me: well, you can either eat this or go without then, because i’m done trying to figure out what you want!

k: i want like this. (pointing to the cheese on toast that husband had taken a few bites of already)

h: do you want this?

k: yes

me: (head explodes)

>hello, i’m being deliberately driven insane

>k: i want something

me: what?

k: rectangle cheese melted

me: ok

(i go in kitchen and cut off a couple slices from a block of cheddar cheese and melt it in the microwave)

me: here you go

k: i don’t want this

me: this is what you asked for

k: i want it on bread

me: well why didn’t you say you wanted cheese on toast?

k: i want the white rectangle cheese

me: we don’t have any white rectangle cheese. we have white shredded cheese. do you want that.

k: ok

(i get out two slices of bread and begin toasting it under the broiler. as i’m doing this i’m eating the other melted cheese on some crackers)

k: what are you eating?

me: the cheese you didn’t want on some crackers

k: i want cheese on crackers

me: (exasperated) fine

(slice more cheese and arrange on crackers. hand husband plate with cheese on toast)

k: i want them like s’mores

me: (feeling the will to live slowly draining from my body) fine

(put a second cracker on top of cheese on crackers)

me: here

k: i want it squeezed

me: you mean you want it heated?

k: i want it squeezed!

me: fine!

(i take crackers and cheese and put in microwave)

me: here!

k: i don’t want it melted!

me: you said you wanted it squeezed! how do you expect to be able to squeeze the cheese in the crackers if you don’t have it melted?!

k: i don’t want it melted! (starts crying)

me: well, you can either eat this or go without then, because i’m done trying to figure out what you want!

k: i want like this. (pointing to the cheese on toast that husband had taken a few bites of already)

h: do you want this?

k: yes

me: (head explodes)