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When it rains...

...oh it pours and of course it has to be on my first day back at work that I end up drenched to the bone.  Metaphorically speaking.

Now first, I must say that generally, as a personal rule, I try not to make this blog a tool for venting- I have my friends for that. Today, however I feel I need to get my s$&@ storm Wednesday off my chest. Because now, writing this, I find it funny.  Wednesday, I did not.

All week I've been irritable. I admit to that.  Many factors could be to blame: the hormones? the back to work blues? the first day of school jitters? or maybe the pile of stress building up in my shoulder muscles.  Regardless, I haven't been myself this week.  So when I went to bed Tuesday night, I was hoping for a good night, a good rest and a good start to my school year.
And then it poured.  That little black cloud located me and continued to dump on me all day.

It all started with Lucia getting up to pee at midnight.  Perfect, she's not wetting her pull-ups anymore.  Not so perfect when I finally cave and bring her to my bed at 2:00 because I can't, for the life of me, get her back to sleep.  She wanted to discuss everything about her day:  Mommy, horsey ride?  Train ride?  Round and round? I did it.  Momma, Di-nan's? (That's her way of saying Diane, her daycare provider) Di-nan's?  I play....and on and on for 2 hours.  Now when I brought her to bed with me, I gained some cuddles but gave up the ability to wake up before the kids, guaranteeing me alone time to get ready for work.  Because, like I figured, she was up at 6 with me.  I should also say, I don't do well with little sleep.  Ever.

So running on 4 hours, I needed a shower.  But wait, of course the water heater would decide that this would be the day to not work.  Cold showers = not cool.  Plus I didn't get all the shampoo out of my hair because I was rushing.  Strike two for thick, greasy hair.

Strike three came later when I dropped Lucia off at Di-nan's.  She had to be peeled off of me, screaming and crying.  Ugh.  Not to way I had planned on starting my week.  I was happy to learn that her crying only lasts a couple of minutes and she's a perfectly happy camper for the rest of the day.
I wish I could say the same about myself.

It was a tough day but I guess the gift that comes with those tough days is perspective and humility and gratitude for a good night's sleep and great friends who say the right thing at the right time.

Anyway, my week got better and really, it can only look up from here.  So let's end this...interesting week with a recap video of the best of the best of the best summer.

Have a safe and fantastic long weekend.

summer 2012 from Dee on Vimeo.


  1. now that's gotta make you smile!

  2. Calder and I thoroughly enjoyed it!


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