shit happens
Sep. 1st, 2005 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanOK, I'm sitting here all teary after reading some stupid news item about a woman in New Orleans who thought her daughter was dead in the hurricane but then got reunited with her. Siiigh.
Granted, such a thing would probably move me to tears any old time, but at this particular moment, it doesn't really help that I'm worn out from a tough night and crappy morning. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night (oh, cruel biology! why do you mock me so?) and Isaac woke up at 1am and then again at 5:55, whereupon I took him into my bed and told him to go back to sleep. And then we both lay there for about an hour and a half, awake, and then I finally fell asleep (I'm pretty sure) and he rolled around on the bed singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to himself and doing a pretty good imitation of a wave-tossed dinghy upon the ocean. Or some shit like that, my point being, it's a waterbed and he was playing on it while I slept. It still does not seem to have occurred to him that he could get down off the bed and go play with his toys. Or my sharp knives and other dangerous items. I guess I should be grateful for that.
Anyway, the upshot being that although we didn't get out of bed till almost 8:30, it's not as if we *slept* till 8:30. I'm pretty sure Isaac has actually been fully awake the entire time since 5:55. The only reason I know I was asleep is that I had some weird dreams about grocery shopping into which his singing got incorporated.
And then I got him packed up and drove to gramma's house, and this was a rage-honing expedition in itself because there was so damn much traffic, and construction everywhere I turned, and it just really pissed me off. And paying $30 to fill up the car's tank didn't improve my mood any either.
And now I am at home and extremely belatedly realizing that I haven't had my caffeine today. And I don't think I have a bagel to go with it. Woe!
It's bad when you've only been up three hours and your lj-mood is already "exhausted," right?
Granted, such a thing would probably move me to tears any old time, but at this particular moment, it doesn't really help that I'm worn out from a tough night and crappy morning. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night (oh, cruel biology! why do you mock me so?) and Isaac woke up at 1am and then again at 5:55, whereupon I took him into my bed and told him to go back to sleep. And then we both lay there for about an hour and a half, awake, and then I finally fell asleep (I'm pretty sure) and he rolled around on the bed singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to himself and doing a pretty good imitation of a wave-tossed dinghy upon the ocean. Or some shit like that, my point being, it's a waterbed and he was playing on it while I slept. It still does not seem to have occurred to him that he could get down off the bed and go play with his toys. Or my sharp knives and other dangerous items. I guess I should be grateful for that.
Anyway, the upshot being that although we didn't get out of bed till almost 8:30, it's not as if we *slept* till 8:30. I'm pretty sure Isaac has actually been fully awake the entire time since 5:55. The only reason I know I was asleep is that I had some weird dreams about grocery shopping into which his singing got incorporated.
And then I got him packed up and drove to gramma's house, and this was a rage-honing expedition in itself because there was so damn much traffic, and construction everywhere I turned, and it just really pissed me off. And paying $30 to fill up the car's tank didn't improve my mood any either.
And now I am at home and extremely belatedly realizing that I haven't had my caffeine today. And I don't think I have a bagel to go with it. Woe!
It's bad when you've only been up three hours and your lj-mood is already "exhausted," right?
