I have lost the ability to sleep.The Kid has had a cough for about two weeks, which wakes her up in the middle of the night. Then she cries. Then she wants to sleep in my bed. Where she enjoys kicking me in the back. Sometimes, she puts her face really close to my face while I'm completely asleep and loudly whispers, "Whatchu doing, mommy?"
I'm also trying to keep us in clean clothes, which isn't easy, working through the weekends. I do a lot of laundry at 11pm. Of course, I have to stay up to put it in the dryer, due to a shared laundry room and a deep sense of social responsibility. By the time I put my laundry in the dryer, I'm awake again. By morning, I'm just crazy. At work, I'm useless.
The funny thing, though, is that it's all manageable. I have reached the point where I can do it all on my own. Ta-da. It's no longer a strain to get up by myself in the morning and get us both ready. Sure, sometimes she just stands outside the shower and cries and screams, and it does disrupt my serenity, but I don't notice it as much. OK, so my hair is ... frightening, but there's no one at work I need to impress, so I stopped caring.
The bills are paid, there's food in the fridge, and we get everywhere we need to be.
(Yay.)
3 comments:
I agree with Mandy about the laundry.
I would imagine that you might make too much to qualify for any government help? Worth checking into anyway.
Hang in there M. I think of you often and relive some of my life through your blog. Don't know if that's good or bad yet?
Hugs to you.
Big hugs to you, my poor, tired, sweet friend and awesome mommy to an adorable little girl!
I'm with Pam here...check into what you can qualify for. You just MIGHT be able to get SOMETHING.
And, know that we're all here for you and we all love you.
The only trouble with outsourcing the laundry is the fact that I'd have to bring it somewhere and pick it up again, which is impossible, barring a rift in the time-space continuum.
That, and I don't want anyone touching my unmentionables.
Although I do make just enough to render me unqualified for goverment assistance, I make just slightly less than my rent and all of my monthly bills. Any extra cash goes to those luxury items known as gas and food.
Don't worry, I'm marrying up.
:)
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