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Today was definitely a bad day
Nov. 3rd, 2003 09:52 pmWidget got me up stupidly early again, this time with a splitting headache. Stagger into her room where she refuses to hang in her crib and read, insisting that I get her up. Ugh. Get her changed and dressed, get myself dressed, inhale some Advil, stagger downstairs for juice and coffee. Make breakfast and eat, all short tempered, while Widget whines herself stupid.
We sat down to watch Sesame Street, which I warned her would be interrupted by Imagy calling for pick-up. That made her whine when it happened. We went and got Imagy, and then she wouldn't go back to watching Sesame Street after (which is fine, normally) except turning it off made her whine too. Then she wouldn't stop whining about everything, and kept trying to cling to me while I was trying to pack up the laptop. This quickly descended into me completely losing my temper, and Widget completely losing it, sobbing and clinging to me like a lamprey. I found the compassion (I'm still not sure from where) to cuddle her as best I could before finally leaving, 5 minutes after I was supposed to BE at work. She was still lying on the kitchen floor, crying, with her bear when I left. Yeah, and she's still got her cold, so I had a shoulder full of spit, tears and snot.
What a great start to my day.
Got to work, downed Tylenol this time, drank a buttload of water and started feeling worse and worse. My boss came in and asked me to finish up an install I'd done on his laptop. I started working on that, hoping I'd be able to get my supervisor to let me go home when I finished it. Of course it didn't work. I spent 2+ hours beating my head against it, with the developers on the phone, with the boss looking over my shoulder. But the time I finished, looking at the computer screen was making me feel like I wanted to throw up. (I'd been a bit nauseated all morning, the computer screens were definitely making it worse.) I finally got it to a point where I couldn't go any further, and the boss man needed his laptop back. I gave up for the day and begged my supervisor to let me leave. He made me do one more thing, then I left.
I know it's not technically their problem, but I was more concerned about getting a little sleep in before Imagy left for the day. I had enough in me to finish the rest of the workday (I only left 2 1/2 hours early, after all), but there was no way I was going to make it through the day AND have enough in me to handle Widget for 2+ hours after I got home.
Got home to find that Widget had crashed for a nap by 11:30 (she's usually a 2:30 napper) and slept for nearly three hours. SO, clearly, she was either still feeling punk, or just overtired too. We cuddled for a few minutes, and I went to snooze. Slept until after 6:00, and felt MUCH better when I got up. Spent the evening with Widget, and we were both in much better moods and much happier. Thank goodness.
Now I need to catch up my email and head for bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day all around.
We sat down to watch Sesame Street, which I warned her would be interrupted by Imagy calling for pick-up. That made her whine when it happened. We went and got Imagy, and then she wouldn't go back to watching Sesame Street after (which is fine, normally) except turning it off made her whine too. Then she wouldn't stop whining about everything, and kept trying to cling to me while I was trying to pack up the laptop. This quickly descended into me completely losing my temper, and Widget completely losing it, sobbing and clinging to me like a lamprey. I found the compassion (I'm still not sure from where) to cuddle her as best I could before finally leaving, 5 minutes after I was supposed to BE at work. She was still lying on the kitchen floor, crying, with her bear when I left. Yeah, and she's still got her cold, so I had a shoulder full of spit, tears and snot.
What a great start to my day.
Got to work, downed Tylenol this time, drank a buttload of water and started feeling worse and worse. My boss came in and asked me to finish up an install I'd done on his laptop. I started working on that, hoping I'd be able to get my supervisor to let me go home when I finished it. Of course it didn't work. I spent 2+ hours beating my head against it, with the developers on the phone, with the boss looking over my shoulder. But the time I finished, looking at the computer screen was making me feel like I wanted to throw up. (I'd been a bit nauseated all morning, the computer screens were definitely making it worse.) I finally got it to a point where I couldn't go any further, and the boss man needed his laptop back. I gave up for the day and begged my supervisor to let me leave. He made me do one more thing, then I left.
I know it's not technically their problem, but I was more concerned about getting a little sleep in before Imagy left for the day. I had enough in me to finish the rest of the workday (I only left 2 1/2 hours early, after all), but there was no way I was going to make it through the day AND have enough in me to handle Widget for 2+ hours after I got home.
Got home to find that Widget had crashed for a nap by 11:30 (she's usually a 2:30 napper) and slept for nearly three hours. SO, clearly, she was either still feeling punk, or just overtired too. We cuddled for a few minutes, and I went to snooze. Slept until after 6:00, and felt MUCH better when I got up. Spent the evening with Widget, and we were both in much better moods and much happier. Thank goodness.
Now I need to catch up my email and head for bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day all around.