Make the wailing stop...

Before I get into today's post...please tell me that someone has seen Jersey Shores??  I need to know if it's for real - because if it is - hot damn move me to the Jersey Shore.  I'll seem like the most cultured and refined person evah.  One dude has the same Vanessa Huxtable mushroom hairdo that I sported through most of my grade 9 and 10 years.  (Why did I never have any attention from boys?) The fake purses, the fights, the food - it was all too much.  And the only thing on at 4:30 Sunday am when Will chose to grace me with his presence.  Since then I see these kids everywhere...GONG SHOW!

So yesterday - the wailing, the crying, the hyperventilating.  It was too much.  And all from me.  Will is sick..AGAIN.  Following the Jersey Shores premiere, we didn't sleep the following night.  The poor dude has more snot in his nose than ummm losers on the Jersey Shore.  Finally at 4am we gave up - well he did.  On the 5 minute drive to school, he fell asleep and that's when I lost it.  For so many reasons - guilt for leaving him there when he was feeling like ass, guilt for wanting to leave him there when he was feeling like ass and a total, mind losing bewilderment of 'how the fuck are we going to make it through this winter with any remote sense of sanity'.  It's incredible how sleep deprivation can rob you of common sense and make the smallest thing worthy of an Oscar calibre performance.

He made it till 3 at daycare when he got sent home with a fever.  I'd be curious to be around someone suffering a fever from malaria or something because holy crap this was nuts.  Picture if you will a big floppy flounder with an arrowroot cookie in both hands (if fish had hands).  Eyes are closed, moaning is constant, cooking eating doesn't stop.  Finally got him to fall asleep at 5pm.  And YES I NOW KNOW.. big mistake.  We were up at 3:30 this morning - him feeling better and at home with a sitter, taking two leisurely naps.  Me at the office trying to pry my eyes open with 400 coffees and speak in sentences.  Thank god I work in a casual environment because I screwed my hair up on top of my head to wash my face this morning...and at 12:41, that is how it is now...

I'm going to assume that guilt rides side-car to motherhood. 

I heard a great expression this weekend - Up Before Dawn...the TV is On!  Thank you god for the Backyardigans.