That is how many hours of uninterrupted sleep I need to feel good and refreshed. Eight to ten. Not three here, then another five here. Eight to ten without interruption!
Why am I telling you this, you ask? Because apparently no one seems to know. At least, no one in my damn house does. If they did, then I wouldn't be in such a crappy freakin' mood. Dammit!
My daughter has been sick with the croup. Poor baby. It does suck for her. But it sucks even more for ME!
Hold your jaw and your effn' judgment. She's young, for crying out loud. She's like the little freakin' Energizer bunny. She's been up since 7:30 singing to Katy Perry and explaining to her doll, Blueberry, why she can't have treasure box.
Mama just doesn't roll like that. I'll be 45 damn years old in April. Maintaining my health is important. After all, who's going to take care of that precious little croupy heifer if I die from sleep deprivation and incontinence??? Oh, wait a minute. TMI, sorry.
I know, I know. She's only five. It wasn't that long ago that she was up every 3-4 hours for feedings and diaper changes. Even then, though, I hated it. Lucky for my children, sleep is not nearly as important to Mr. OCD.
I am roughly 99.8% certain that he changed more diapers than me during those early years. I am also fairly sure that he got up for feedings at the very least 50% of the time. Even when I was home with the kids, and he had to work. He has his faults, but he's a damn good Daddy.
Crap, now I feel guilty for not putting out last night.
I'm sure this post makes me sound like a whiny, self-centered bitch. But right now, I AM a whiny, self-centered bitch! Because I'm sleep deprived!!!! Evidence that all things in life will come full circle.
Or something like that. Don't expect me to be philosophical and enlightened. I'm freakin' tired. Dammit to hell, sumsabitches!
