You know when you have a day completely from hell and you just think "fuck my life"?? Well I'm having one of those days. In fact my day was so bad that I would swear Satan himself was saying, "She should fuck her life" because I don't think even he could make a worse day. Granted, my tire wasn't flat but the low air light came on. AGAIN. I swear it's on like every three days, which is more than the every five days, and I know that means I need new tires. I know. But that requires me to call my brother, who thank god works at a tire shop and bails me out everytime I have a flat tire because my husband never answers his god damn phone when I need him to, and then I have to actually go. *sigh*. I need to do that. I know, I get it, I will. Eventually.
It's not just work getting to me or just the tribulations of being a grown up. Matt and I struggle daily and I don't know what to do. My birthday is coming up and I'm afraid that yet again, it'll get forgotten. I can't decide on a treadmill to buy and I'm getting frustrated with myself. My laundry room is pissing me off (post on that tomorrow). I'd like to have some heat in my bedroom so I don't feel like hypothermia is going to set in. My tooth still hurts and I don't go in until Monday to get it fixed. No novacaine and I'm anxious. Of all days, today is a day I could literally use a hug.
Can you tell Olivia is giving me her fake smile? And how perfect is Jackson's face? Here's Olivia after bathtime. She totally jacked my Paramore concert shirt. She has declared it hers now. How awesome is this at 4 years old??
So after all of this, the cuteness of them all bathed and smelling great after Matt used my Bath & Body Works Country Apple lotion on them, I like to climb into their beds and we read. We read a lot. We have our routine. Jackson wants "Pajama Time", "Let's Go To Bed Book" and "Night Night Little Pookie" all by Sandra Boynton. Olivia made me read "Little Rabbit Waits For The Moon" (AGAIN) and of course "Good Night Moon".
I came downstairs and was feeling better and then the fucking cats ruined it by making horrible noises. I interrupted their private time I guess.
Which is fine because if that means my leg won't get humped again while I sleep that's fine. It's fine if you make your weird noises and lick each other's asses but dammit. Please stop humping my leg. Kicking you off the bed is not a "keep doing it, I like it" sign. And Lenny- please got stop trying to find a nipple in my hair. No nipples in my hair. It's gross and frankly, I'm not sure if it's you or Matt drooling on me and my pillow. But it's gross and I don't like it.
I hope tomorrow is a better day. I hope tomorrow Olivia poops and the dripping stops. I hope Jackson doesn't eat any more playdoh or crayons tomorrow. I hope the cats don't puke or randomly hump things tomorrow. I hope I can get some sleep tonight.
...Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon. Goodnight bears. Goodnight chairs. Goodnight kittens, and goodnight mittens. Goodnight clocks, and goodnight socks. Goodnight little house and goodnight mouse. Goodnight comb and goodnight brush. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight mush and goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush". Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere.
(Did I get them all? I think I did. I have read this book every night since I was 6 months pregnant with Olivia..so what? 5 years now? It'd be pretty sad if I didn't know all the words by now!)