Sanity Has Left the Building
I can’t do it, you guys. I thought I had this. No problem, I thought. It’s getting easier, I said. I LIED. It’s HARD. I’m TIRED. This is NOT FUN. I miss sleep. I miss not being beat up by a two-year old in public, and I miss sleep. I know I said it twice. It was NOT a mistake.
How crazy am I going? Last night, I told Husbandio that I thought that our entire life was just a figment of my imagination. I thought, for moment, that what if I’m stuck in a straight-jacket, rocking back and forth somewhere, and none of this is real. Husbandio was quick to reassure me that I wouldn’t be in a straight-jacket. I’d mostly likely be staring blankly out of a window somewhere. Even then, I jumped back into the straight-jacket. I could be on my way to the window, I said. Sometimes what seem like the longest dreams occur in just a 10-minute nap. I could still be tied up in the back of a truck somewhere, just en route to the window out of which I’ll stare blankly for the rest of my days.
I need a rescue. QUICK! SEND WINE!
(photo from akorra.com)
Yeah. I’m that tired.
It doesn’t stop there. My bestest friend in the world questioned me yesterday because I didn’t immediately hate her new boyfriend. I have a long history of hating her boyfriends. For the record, I’m always right. But now I can’t decide. Do I not hate him because I like him? Or am I just that tired? Am I too tired to be fiercely protective of my bestest? You’re right. Never. He must actually be ok.
And now the rest of the day will SURELY drive me crazy because I get to play the game that everyone loves to hate. What the Fuck is that Smell? No seriously. What the fuck is that smell. It smells like cat piss in here, and we don’t have a cat. None of our food is rotten. The diaper pail is empty. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL??? Let the systematic bleaching of our entire house commence.
Happy Friday, kittens. I hope you all have lots of sleep in a house that doesn’t stink.
Omg. It’s like that Buffy episode where she is stuck in the institution and it is trying to tell her that she isn’t the Slayer.
Omg. You’re Buffy today! That’s something to be happy about! I’ll be Willow, just this once, and you can be Buffy.
You CAN do it. I know you can. You’re Anita, and you can do anything.
Heart. xxxxxxooooooo
My day just got better. I’M BUFFY!!!
But I don’t remember an episode where she was plagued by an ungodly odour…
Do you want to make one up? We could write our own episode!
We’ll call it the Invisible Piss Monster.
Can you fast forward to the end and tell me for reals, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SMELL? I’m gonna barf.
I remember those days quite well!
Now, I use these same words: “I thought I had this. No problem, I thought. It’s getting easier, I said. I LIED. It’s HARD. I’m TIRED. This is NOT FUN.”
Except I’m referring to homeschooling two kids on an island where I have few friends, none of my “stuff” and no end in sight!
Having said that, at least I get sleep which is a definite must for me! I NEED my sleep to function! Hope you get some this weekend, maybe when Husbandio is home?
Holy shit. Homeschooling would be my own private hell. Get these kids out of here and into a school somewhere before I make whiskey in my tea a staple breakfast food.
Thank you! There’s a reason I never went into teaching, and it is confirmed every day! LOL! My biggest fear now is that my kids will never want to go back to a school where they can’t wear their pajamas all day, they can’t whine to their teacher, and they have to be in school a full day.
I don’t drink tea, but surely there’s something around here to spike my coffee! Thanks for the idea!
Children make houses stinky. It’s something they fail to mention in the prenatal courses and baby books… 😛
I swear this isn’t kid smell. It’s cat piss. Foul, rotting cat piss. That gets worse when the furnace turns on. My nose hairs are burning. I’m totally gonna barf.
DO WE HAVE A CAT IN THE FURNACE???
Oh my sweet Anita, how I wish you could press the ‘pause’ button and sleep for hours on end. Then when you feel refreshed, you could resume ‘play.’ I’m so sorry you’re still not back to your normal self.
A stench in the house doesn’t help either. Thank God you’re not pregnant because you would’ve already thrown up by now. I hope you find the culprit soon. Please let us know what the funky smell is when you discover it!
I echo everything Anka says! Lack of sleep has got to be one of the hardest things to endure. Praying for REST for you!! –Alison
A pause button sounds like HEAVEN! Where do I get one of those???
The smell turned out to be a flooded basement. Our sump pump stopped working! And as horrible as it sounds, the damage was actually very minimal and the sump pump is a very inexpensive thing to replace. On a 1-10 scale of disasters, I would put this at a nice 1.5. I’ll take it!
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Cat piss scent = good Chardonnay. No I’m not kidding. 🙂
My cat piss scent turned out to be a basement flood. I lose.
If the diaper pail is full, check under your fingernails. That’s just a gem from me to you 😉
Hope you get some sleep soooooon!
Eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww!!! It was actually our basement. Which flooded when our sump pump stopped working. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish it was just some poop under my nails.
it’s hard and it sucks and there are times when you feel you can’t take any more shit from anyone (especially your kidos). I won’t lie. I could say this is just temporary but it actually feels like a zillion years too long for things to start looking a bit better. Dieting is not helping either at keeping things together. Take one tiny step at a time & give yourself a break. I feel you girl, I feel you
THANK YOU! It’s HARD. But I guess it’s worth it, right? RIGHT?
I hope you get a straight 8 hours of sleep soon! I feel for you.
xo
I figure it’s only a matter of time until the kids are 3 and 5 and then hopefully I’ll sleep a bit. That’s only 2.5 years away. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I only had one but I remember calculating how long it would be before I got some proper sleep as well. Hang in there.
xo
Diana
Sanity left my classroom between 9 to 11 this morning!
Oh no! What happened???
The vice principal decided to combine the two rowdiest classes in one small room and put me in charge of them – that’s 26 little dennis the menaces! Who tried killing each other and peed in their pants and cried and sooo much more. SO. GLAD. I’m home now and the day is over! They REFUSED to co-operate for some reason. Oh. And this happened because two teachers didn’t turn up. Uff.
That sounds like hell! I’m glad you survived!!!
Aw! Feel better! Sleep-deprived you is freaking me out. But good to know you’re human.
Happy Monday. 🙂
hi.