This post is going to be short and most likely ridiculous. I don't usually write during the day but certain circumstances, which I will impart to you in the coming paragraphs, prevented me from writing last night. I've got a preschooler set up with a Pokemon cartoon 10 feet away and a baby who I'm pretty sure is going to skip her nap judging from the babbling that is coming from her crib, so I'm going to do my darndest to pound this out quickly.
Here goes.
Last night I walked into the office to sit down and write a post for you about how Baby Roo is now more or less sleep-trained. (No thanks to the Supernanny). She still wakes up at night, but has come to terms with the fact that she won't be enjoying the comfort of our bed or using my face as her pillow any longer. I mostly just have to tuck her back in and give her the pacifier, and then I stumble down the hall back to my room. Yay!
Anyway, I walked into the office last night to sit and tell you all this. Except when I turned on the computer monitor, I discovered at least 50 of these flying ant thingys congregated on my screen. I had left our window open to enjoy the night breeze and I guess these disgusting creatures came through the screen.
Sometimes I really hate the desert.
As you can imagine, I handled it real mature like and quietly. (Ya, right.)
I grabbed the nearest stack of bills and began screaming and whacking away like it was a scene from Braveheart. When it was over I surveyed the damage. There was one missing F18 key from my keyboard and a lot of dead bug juice, but for the most part my computer was okay. Me and my mental state however, did not fare as well. I took a shower to wash away the heebie jeebies and retired to the couch to watch The Office. Dead bug juice, I decided, could wait until daylight.
So that's why I didn't post last night. I'm sure you were all real disappointed, all 14 of you.
Have I mentioned how much I appreciate those of you following me? And anyone who reads this excuse of a blog? Thank you so much. Mr. C said I haven't been delivering lately, so to you, I apologize. I'll get back on track. To him, I say that he wouldn't be able to put an interesting sentence together either if it'd been him being sleep deprived for the last couple of weeks/years. So there, Mr. C.
In all fairness, I asked him if I'd been delivering. He gave me an honest answer. I just like to twist things around and make him look bad for some reason. It's a sickness, probably left over from my Dr. Phil daydreaming days.
Anyway.
Final note (cuz it's been 45 minutes instead of 15 and the baby didn't take a nap and instead wrote on herself with pen while I sat 12 inches away from her and remained oblivious): Mr. C got an offer to teach for a few weeks in China this summer. He and I have always talked about wanting to take the kids abroad, but I was hoping for Italy. Or Austrailia. Or Spain. China is way, way, way down on my list- like maybe right above Iraq. What do you guys think? Am I balking on a good opportunity here?
You all have a good day.
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