Are you kidding me with this?

Fridays are supposed to be happy days, yes?  Everyone’s supposed to be in some great mood because it’s the end of the work week, hallelujah, we all get a couple days off, right?

I start off running late.  Then I get into it with Steve.  Then Stephen spills a whole big bag of goldfish crackers on the kitchen floor.  Then I feel like a tremendous shithead for yelling at him while he sobs, “Sorry, Mommy, sorry!”  Then everyone on the highway freaks out because of this terrifying water falling from the sky!  Someone get the wise-woman of the tribe, maybe she can understand what this must portend!  Then I fight with Steve a little bit more on the cell phone.  Then I’m ten minutes late to work.  Then this woman who sits next to me decides to walk to the cafe with me when I just want to be left alone.  Now (as in, right this second), she’s complaining about the work she has to do to get the job done right.  She’s looking at me typing like mad to get this post done in my break time and she doesn’t care.  SIGH.

After eating a big bowl of homefries and drinking a big mug of coffee I do feel better, thanks for asking, but I could use a little more java.  Run and get that for me, would you?

We decided last night to convert the crib to a toddler bed when Stephen tried to climb out and lost his grip, hitting his face on the railing, then later he tried to climb out on the high part and got stuck and was so scared he was shaking.  I think I’d rather deal with the terror of him getting out of bed at night over the drama of him busting his lip or breaking a leg.  I went to Wally World to look for one of those doorknob covers (thanks, Kat!), but they were out, so I got a screamer alarm.  You put it on your door and when the seal of your door is broken, there is an alarm so loud a deaf person couldn’t sleep through it.  So that’s done, last night was his first night in the bed, and he did a pretty good job!  He was in and out about a dozen times before he stayed in an fell asleep, and when I would go in his room and make him get back into bed he went willingly, no crying or anything, he just didn’t stay there!  Once he was asleep he slept through the night, didn’t fall out of the bed, and when he woke up in the morning he came right into our room and got into bed just like every other day!  Success!  I figure about a week of my special, super-secret, never fails sleep training and we should be good to go.  Thanks to everyone who gave me suggestions, and no thanks at all to the people who laughed at me (Robin and Barb, I can hear you from here).


3 comments on “Are you kidding me with this?

  1. Jenn D says:

    I want a screamer alarm – how much are they? I need mine for teens who come and go in the wee hours…. can they be armed and disarmed? I must go look at them this weekend! Dude, I am gonna read your blog more often!

  2. Eileen says:

    Hey! I think I have a couple of the doorknob covers left. I’ll look and if I do I’ll bring them the next time I make it to Presto. Maybe next week.

    Hope this week goes better for you.

  3. Susan says:

    I just have to tell you that I have so totally been there. All of what you just described has absolutely happened to me at one time or another- but most often all at the same time… I find that Fridays are usually the most nerve-wracking, almost daring me to be excited about the end of the work week.

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