Thursday, November 14, 2013

Gloomy weather, grouchy kids.

Today is the kind of mommy day I wouldn't mind skipping. This has been a week of very poor sleeps, for a variety of reasons, and last night was no exception. It was 11:45 p.m. and I had been sleeping for maybe half an hour when the sleep interruption hit. It was one of those change-the-bedding-in-the-middle-of-the-night situations. (Rare around here, thankfully.) It woke Lauren up, and then for reasons beyond my comprehension, I could not fall asleep again.

The details of my sleep are unimportant, but I can tell you today I am not at my most tolerant, nor at my cheeriest. I thought I could cover that up without too much difficulty, but then when Jamie and Micah got up and began their day with extreme whining and crying over absolutely everything, I knew there was going to be trouble. Lauren is a bag today, and that is extremely unusual for her. She always wakes up happy and she is sweet all day. Today, she is crying every few minutes, over every little thing. She wants to be held. She wants to be put down. She wants to be held. She wants to be put down. Earlier, I was sitting on the floor with her, and she was hugging me, when I noticed streaks of blood all around my arm. It was shortly after she hit me in the face, also unusual, and I wondered for a moment whether I was bleeding. But no, it was her. Her hand was bleeding and her outfit, which I had just put on her, had blood all over the shirt and pants, and even a little on her socks. Even her adorable stuffed puppy had blood on it. I don't know what happened to her. I washed her hand and there was a very small cut, which appears fine now. Then I had to wash the blood off of my arm and hand.

Even the dog was a jerk this morning, and he's the best dog ever. Mike was going to drive Cody to the bus this morning on his way to work, but I decided I wanted to walk him because I wanted the fresh air and it was +1 C, not that common in November in Manitoba. So I grabbed the leash. I have mentioned it before, but our driveway is somewhat long, and surrounded by forest, and full of creatures, so when walking down it in the dark, or near dark, I like to have Radar on a leash. That way, if something comes after me, he can't be a chicken and run away. Well, Radar doesn't like his leash. In fact, it used to be a fight every time I tried to put his collar on, so about a month ago I decided he could just keep his collar on all the time and I would just snap the leash on and off. Once the leash is on, he is fine. He just has psychological issues about putting it on. I think he needs doggy therapy. So this morning Cody and I went outside and I called Radar, who saw the leash and was already acting like a psycho, and I began the process of snapping the leash to the collar. Seriously, it probably took two solid minutes of fighting with him, which doesn't sound like much, but it should have taken literally ONE SECOND. Yes. Today, Radar was particularly rude about it, and he actually lashed out and scratched me in the face with one of his paws. He has never done that before. Radar is a big dog, a German Shepherd (mostly), and he hit me really hard. It hurt, and to add insult to injury, he covered my face in sand, which got in my eye.

So it's intermittently raining and snowing, I am washing bedding full of pee, and the bedding was put inside the CLEAN laundry basket last night, so now all the clean clothes that I folded yesterday (and obviously, forgot to put away) have to be rewashed. My house is supremely disastrous, and it's the kind of day I wish I could just crawl back into bed and go to sleep. But I have three kids here, which means that even when Lauren naps this afternoon, I will have to be on high alert.

And now, it is time for us to brave the elements and drive to the post office to pick up the mail. My Mary Kay order is supposed to be in, and it better be. Lately, the mail has been slow, and it's frustrating. Radar will likely beg to come along for the drive, but my answer will be a resounding NO. Ha! In your face, Radar. That'll teach you to be so dumb about your leash.

Except it won't teach him anything. He will just look sad as I drive away. And I will have a brief moment of satisfaction, followed by pity. Poor doggy. He's so cute.

I better go face the rest of my day. On a brighter note, I get to say hello to my horse tonight, as I am going to my sister's place later. I miss Maybelline. I will take her a carrot and rub her furry face, and tomorrow will be a better day. My boys are ready and I'm not, so time to sign off.

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