This weekend was kind of a bust. I feel like I got nothing done and I didn't even read. Which, FAIL, because I am on a tight reading schedule and I can't be willy nilly like this. Also? My 3 hour nap today was nice but seriously- not worth it.
But can I just talk about Matt's snoring? Last night I got maybe two hours of sleep and it wasn't even solid. He can only not snore if he lays on his right side and he just refuses. I haven't to physically assault him until he rolls into the fetal position on his right side. Then. THEN. He decides to turn on the heating blanket in the middle of the night. He insists that it be on the bed under our regular blanket and honestly, at 2 am I feared he was cooking Stumpy, who was under the covers by my feet. It was fucking SWELTERING in the bed. I can't reach the little clicker thing because he has it under his side of the bed somewhere so again, I find myself beating the ever loving shit out of him until he wakes up. Then he gets offended with me when I have sweat running down my back. It's unbelievable.
So all day I've been crabby. I get really irritated that I get no sleep and then everyone wonders why I'm like Mega Bitch, one step from having a cape. So not only am I running on no sleep, but it's only when I'm clearly at my breaking point do people start helping me out. Matt's clue to do something is when I slam the pots and pans back into the cupboard. It's really getting to the point where I might start throwing pans at him. I now see how people get to that point when you see it on that show Cops.
Parents- guess what will keep your kids busy for 3+ hours?
Jackson has also started "shaving". I finally got some good pictures of him shaving so I'm sharing them. He's freaking adorable. The best part is that when he's all done he asks Matt what his problem is, shaving isn't that hard.
So this week is a weird little week with lots of crap going on but hopefully I can finish two books and really start planning the Florida vacation. I got an email that my lame ass refund should be hitting out account tomorrow so let's hope I can book us in a non ghetto hotel. I wouldn't normally care but we'll have the kids with us and yeah. It's hard enough to get Olivia to sleep as it is, I don't need to explain that gunshots are really just fireworks we can't see and it's no big deal but you can't play by the window.