I should win an award or something.

06 April 2011

It started Monday night really.  Well, if I am being totally honest, it started Sunday night.  I somehow got sucked into reading a book, coupled with the fact that I had taken a nap Sunday afternoon I was just not tired.  So I stayed up reading.  Until 5:30 am Monday morning. 

Stupid move Michelle?  Mild understatement.

I then proceeded to get 3 hours of sleep nap before Finn was up and moving. 

So Monday night, I decided to take a Tylenol PM {and yes, before I get 35 emails chastising me, my OB is absolutely fine with an occasional Tylenol PM} and go to bed early.  And that means, I went to bed when Finn did and Dave stayed up to finish the priming of our beautiful new WALLS.  I was zonked out completely until I woke up from searing pain screaming from my um… how can I put this delicately?  Nipple region.  Dave was trying to untangle me from the covers and they were pulled painfully tight and then pulled quickly over the boobage as if to untangle me.  Except it didn’t so much untangle me, as send rip roaring pain across my unbelievably sensitive chesticular area.  Holy mother.  All I remember is the pain, the possible yelling of an obscenity, and then I was back fast asleep.

So when I woke up Tuesday morning and Dave wasn’t there, I thought he was already at work.  Except he wasn’t.  He slept on the couch.  Apparently, I was so entangled in the blanket & duvet {like a burrito} and taking up the entire bed, coupled with the yelling about boobs + I was pretty much dead asleep from the Tylenol PM that he decided to cut his losses and sleep on the couch.

Wife.  Of.  The.  Year. {Pretty much.}

And that started our day.  At 7:30 am.

Dave had an all day meeting with his co-workers that were here from St Louis, so Finn and I were on our own.  I don’t much mind because aside from Finn asking me 12,302 times when his daddy was coming home, it’s actually fairly peaceful.  We went to his classes and I got a blissful hour to myself to write. 

What did you learn at school today Finn?

“We made a rain book.  Daddy’s coming home for lunch.”

Nope, let’s go to Panera after class.  How does that sound?

“Maybe Daddy doesn’t know which Panera we’re at.”

He’s working Buddy, he’s having lunch with his friends.

We came home from lunch to a 64 degree house.  I had to email Dave and {sort of} fixed it myself which I was pretty proud of.  Apparently the furnace has been intermittently tripping itself the past week.  You know, because we don’t have enough going on…

“Daddy is home!”

Nope, he’ll be home later.  How about Mac n Cheese for dinner? 

Oh, this is the part where Finn is going to help me and proceeds to burn himself on the hand while pouring fake cheese into the pan after explicit instructions not to touch it.  Not only am I making total crap {delicious crap nonetheless} for dinner, but I maim him in the process.  Sweet.

Mother.  Of.  The.  Year.

“When is Daddy coming home?”

He should be home in time to read you stories and put you to bed… and hopefully save Mommy from herself.

Nipples!  Winning!  I’m pretty sure this  post is getting me blogger of the year too.

10 comments:

lizzyerd said...

I think we all have crazy day's like this, all that will matter in 20 yrs to Finn was that his mom was there with him eating lunch, taking him to fun classes, and loving him! If you need any help with your furnace My husband has fixed ours a bazillion times. Hope the rest of the week is un-eventful and fun!

mep said...

First things first, what book did you stay up late reading?!

~*Jess*~ said...

HA! Why you gotta knock mac & cheese? That stuff is good. Use organic milk and it's a win. That's what I tell myself.

chambanachik said...

Lol, I love it. :)

michele said...

sounds like a pretty standard day at our house....exhausted mom, crap for meals, daddy's the superhero....LOL and YES, definitely tell us, what BOOK were you reading?

Michelle said...

It wasn't even a great book! It was a British chick lit that had discrepancies in the story which is why I think I kept reading. I think I spent half the time re-writing it in my head and the other half wondering why her editorial staff didn't catch it. I can't even remember the name just now, but I can find it.

Mommy Lisa said...

I agree with Jess - use organic milk and add some extra cheese. You know - you need extra calcium, right?

:) Hang in there!@

angela said...

I am giggling here, because that is just too funny. Those things could all happen at my house (except I don't think I could fix a furnace!)

Eat. Live. Laugh. and sometimes shop! said...

Great post! We've all had those mommy moments. I swear those days happen in groups of three, though, so be prepared. ; )

Jessica @ Acting Adult said...

Hah! Stuff happens. It just tends to happen right on top of each other. Your kid is fed, you got some sleep and husband will be home soon. It all comes out in the wash!

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