Well Miss Bella Boo (big fat cat) has woken me up for the 2nd morning in a row. This time carrying a red stuffed mouse around in her mouth. I try to get her to come to me to play with it but no, its her baby not a toy so she doesn't want to play. Just meow and move from place to place. The hubby snores softly behind me on the couch as my bed is the floor with two double folded blankets and this weird blanket sheet thing to cover them. Everyone else is sleeping too. I wish it were that easy for me. The stress my family has been under lately helps me to stay awake. Though my eyes are burning from wanting to shut my mind is telling them to deal with it they have gotten even less sleep many other times. I went to sleep around 1:30/2:00 a.m so I have not gotten that much sleep as it is. In a few hours everyone will be awake, my sis (who shares this apartment with our mom and now has graciously saved us from sleeping in our van) will get up first then get ready and leave for work, then I get up, usually before the 6:30 alarm to wake my almost 12 year old son up to get him ready for school. Since the honers (aka hubby) doesn't have to be to work until 12:34 this afternoon he will continue to sleep while I get dressed and take our son to school. Then I when I get back he will be awake and playing Madden 25 on the XBOX 360 and playing Avengers on Facebook and I Will be wishing my bed blankets were still laying out on the floor so I could crawl down and go back to sleep. But he will play until almost to late and ask me to make his lunch for work while he showers. I'll ride with him praying the entire time that we make it there safely after he informs me that he doesn't want to hear anything about how fast he's driving since he doesn't want to be late to work. Now don't get me wrong he is a good guy and if I really really really really cant get up he will take our son to school, but that's usually only if he has to go somewhere before work or I really really really really don't feel well or am having pain. He isn't a bad guy at all, he just needs his sleep to keep aware at work. Him working right now is super important for us even if he doesn't make enough for us to move into our own place. I am looking and have been looking for a job and am having no luck. Dang my age, weight, skin disease and lack of outside the home job skills. Ive done day care most of my life and the kids don't care what I look like. but i am almost positive businesses don't want a morbidly obese lady with psoriasis showing all over to great their guests! I know, i know, i cant thing this way but this is when the "sometimes its a pity party' hits! DON'T worry it never lasts long.
Oh wait I think my eyes are winning over my brain right now! I am going to try to go catch some more ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz's before I have to get up with the alarm. Laters!
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