- Family was coming to stay with us, for the weekend. (I actually looked forward to my family visiting. It was the cleaning part etc. that made me want to collapse.)
- Conner deciding that going to bed at a reasonable time is for dummies. Who needs sleep when you can terrorize mommy in the wee hours of the MORNING?!?!?!
- My inner hormonal beast slowly emerging, ready to lash out at anyone and anything that was standing within 1mm of it.
All day Friday I was moving in slow motion. So tired. So PMS-y.
I tried to put Conner to bed at his "normal" bed time, but he was having none of that.
By Saturday night, I hit a wall.
And then, it happened...
Ten pm, the husband had the gall to plop down 3 pairs of his new, official pants, for his new career that he is training for and then said, "I need these shortened and hemmed!"
He was wearing one of the pairs of he new, official pants and he had attempted to roll the hem under to the height he desired.
This was my reaction:
(loud annoying sigh followed by a glare directed at the hubs)
(screaming like a holler monkey)
"I don't even know what kind of hem to do?!!?!!?!?!?!! These pants are too tight!!!!! How long do you even want them?!?!?!?!!!?!! I wore pants in the 80's that weren't this peg legged!!!!"
screaming, screaming. glaring. complaining, complaining. more screaming, a whole lot more complaining.
me some more: "You should have just let those people shorten them!!!! I don't care if it costs $50 per pair of pants!!!!!"
Oh it was ugly people! It was ugly.
Shortly after my first "wig out", the hubs left fearing for his life. Well, actually he left to go on a "ride-a-long" with his brother, for the majority of the night. I do not blame him for wanting to escape our raging, pms-ing hormone, drenched home.
"Wig out" session numero 2
This happened at 2:45 am. 2:45 in the morning. In the middle of the night.
I attempted to put Conner to bed at least 3 times. I cuddled, I set the mood (lights out, no tv etc.), I read books, I rocked him and I even stroked his hair in the hopes of my lil punk finally knocking out for the night. But he was in the mood to party. Party all night long!
Every time I put him to bed, he would escape. I finally had it! It was lights out and I put myself to bed.
While resting in my bed, I heard the familiar sounds of the escapee...
Before I knew it he was laying next to me in bed.
"Maybe he'll just fall asleep." I thought to myself. That was wishful, desperate thinking.
He repeatedly threw the covers off of me and would yell, "NIGHT!"
At that moment I didn't care what he did next. He could have stolen my car keys and drove to Vegas... I didn't care.
I was slipping in and out of sleep when I heard some tearing noises, coming from my bedroom closet.
"I don't care," I thought.
more tearing and ripping
"What the heck is he tearing in there?"
"I still don't care."
tearing, giggling, ripping, giggling
"It's probably just some papers in my church bag."
"I don't care."
lots of tearing and ripping. and some giggling.
"It could be the tissue paper from the shoe box."
"I don't care. I'm too tired."
ripping, giggling, tearing
(sigh) "Oh it's probably just the BRAND NEW Halloween pinata that I bought earlier in the day."
"Oh crap! It's the pinata that he's tearing!"
I bolted out of bed and sure enough... the new pinata, is now bald. Completely bald.
"That's it!!! You get to bed!!! I've had it!!!!"
screaming, complaining followed by an explosion of tears
My inner thoughts at that moment:
"I'm so tired!!!!'
"I hope he has a kid just like him!!!"
3 o'clock, am, my lil punk finally stayed in bed.
So you would think that after have two complete melt-downs, all of my inner demons would have no longer existed. "Demons be gone!"
But this day was just a glimpse of what was to come... the most pathetic of all, wig outs.