Yup, I got woke up this morning at 3:30 by the baby. It's 5:45 now. WHY am I still up? Because every time I try to go back to sleep, he screams, I try to do something, he screams. If I do anything, he screams. He doesn't have a fever, no rashes, fed him, gave him a drink, and still not happy. Then, I turn on a movie. He shuts up. So why can't I go to sleep? Because my day is about to start. I have repairmen coming over, packages being dropped off, housework to do. And laundry, gawd, tons of laundry. And at this moment, I don't want to do any of it. I want to sleep. Yeah, right.....
Still waiting for the coffee to kick in, and I got my ss card sent of to my financial aid manager at school. I go to orientation next week and couldn't be more excited. I know that the workload is going to be huge, but in the end, it will be worth it. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to do it all, since my husband seems to think that I'm super mom. What a load of bull honky. I just hurry and get everything done absolute by the time he gets home on Fridays. Or he says that I'm sitting on my butt watching soaps and eating bon bons. Shoot, I hate bon bons and I hate soaps. I'm actually folding laundry, playing with the baby, playing with the dogs, cleaning the living room for the millionth time, and making sure that everyone gets fed in a timely manner.
I would honestly love to see my husband do everything I do in a span of a day and see how he does. I don't think he would survive.
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