Monday, June 8, 2015
Sweet, tiny, colicky, baby Jesus…Why am I awake? Gah. Bean woke up at 2:30 to pee and I’ve been wide-eyed since then. I’m not bitching about having 4 hours of sleep though. That’s much better than no sleep because Bean is beside me trying to pet the skin off of the soft part of my arm. She is finally sleeping in her own bed! She wakes up once, maybe twice, a night to potty and then goes right back to bed.
Awhile back, we took the crib/toddler bed out of her room and put our old bed in its place. Tried to get her to sleep in there for months but she’d wake up all night long. We were lucky to get a solid 90 minutes without her waking up losing her shit. We wouldn’t have minded her sleeping with us if she’d let us sleep. Instead she’d spend all night rubbing or pinching us in her sleep and if the blanket wasn’t arranged just right then she’d scream about that. We noticed if she was asleep by herself in our room that she wouldn’t wake up. Our old bed felt like sleeping on a sack of potatoes so I thought maybe she’d sleep better in there if the mattress was more comfortable. Put a mattress topper on it and voila! Bean is happy with her bed. Little diva.
Friday was the last day of school for her and they had a play day. Pony rides, bounce houses, snow cones, and sprinklers. She was giving me the thumbs up because she was excited to get to play in the water at school.
See her polished toes? Black glitter. I have a nail polish collection that’s ridiculous and the only colors she likes are black and a pink so pale that you can’t see it. I’m thinking of polishing her nails something colorful while she’s asleep and telling her that Tiny Dog did it for her.
We made it to Oklahoma and back without incident. The worst rain in forever has been going on there and it rained the whole time we were there. There was a window of a few hours where it wasn’t and we were able to go to the cemetery and clean up Mom’s plot. The house sale hasn’t been completed yet so I was able to check out the house. Lintball cleaned it out. Even took all of the appliances. The only thing left was a box in the shed with all of the cards that him and Mom got at their wedding. I was pissed off that he couldn’t be bothered to throw it away himself. I was greeted with a family of spiders in the box and was very tempted to send the box, spider family and all, to him in the mail.
Sweety started a new job Friday! Not in management. He’s being an ant and likes it so far. He said it’s nice to clock out and not have to think about work any more or deal with phone calls or business after hours. Hopefully, after he’s been there awhile and knows more about the place, they’ll have a management opening that he can get into though. Both of us are a little calmer now. With the new job and what we have saved, we will be okay for a little while. The person who hired him almost didn’t. Told Sweety he was overqualified and that he couldn’t believe that he was going to give Sweety a chance and hire him for the position. At the end of his first shift, the guy asked Sweety if he noticed anything they could do to make the warehouse run better. Sweety told him to give him a few days to check the place out more.
I feel really guilty that I’m not working now even though Sweety says he likes me being at home and able to hang out with the Bean. Sweety lost his mind the summer of 2012 and I was sitting at work worried that he was going to off himself and everyone around him and when Mom died it was too much and I basically stayed in bed for months. Now that I’m feeling betterish, I’m thinking that I should have just sucked it up and stayed at work. Too late now.