It all started with a horrible night of sleep. Horrible. I have a new item added to my "things I despise" list and they are one year molars. I feel like G has been getting his for weeks now. They are taking
f o r e v e r to come in and the poor boy is miserable. I am talking shirts soaked with drool, lack of appetite, whiny and sensitive about everything miserable.
With his misery comes waking up constantly during the night ... and you should know by now that little sleep makes this mama one über grouch.
Remember that picture I posted a few weeks back about co-sleeping with your baby?
That is our last ditch effort at times like this, and it never fails that I always regret bringing him in bed with us in the morning. Yesterday morning I announced, "Never again!" (ha, yeah right!).
The more appropriate picture of what happens after co-sleeping with G and being kicked in the face, in the back of the head, and somehow only getting a sliver of our king size bed to sleep on would also include devil horns growing from my head 'cause I've been know to get a little grouchy!
R always manages these crazy nights with ease and isn't one to moan and grumble like I do. At 6:30 a.m. after being kicked in the head again, I yelled at G to "stop kicking me!" (oops! Sorry, Lovey!), piled up pillows on my side to book-end him in, and stomped out of our room and onto the couch. R was kind of like, "Ummmm... seriously?" But he let me lay there and wallow in self-pity while he entertained G and fed him breakfast for a good hour. Yeah, I know. I'm a lucky lady.
This past summer I went to one of those time share gigs where they use extreme sales pressure tactics to try and sell you a time share. They rope suckers in, like myself, by promising us *free* prizes such as cruises, etc.
I had already done one of these with a different company a few years back, and while I hated sitting there and refusing to buy a time share for three hours, I loved getting my *free* cruise. This time I got lucky and was paired with a young, newbie sales guy who had very little pressure sales experience. They also didn't bother me much once I told them I was staying at home this year and would be making zero income. That always seems to do the trick!
My last cruise was to Cozumel and this time we would be sailing to the Bahamas out of Florida. I was so excited and decided to take my little sister along with me as a way of celebrating her finishing nursing school. We had to select three dates from a short list of options and we diligently sent those in in early August. Since then, we have been waiting patiently to hear back about which date was selected for us. They reserve the right to inform you of your selected departure 45 days in advance, which doesn't give you much leeway in finding cheap airfare.
Well, I finally received the email and they hadn't given us a date. I had to call and book the cruise with them... ummmm... what was the point of waiting four months for that? So I called Monday morning after G went down for his nap. The lady went through her schpiel and told me that once she did indeed have an offer, I had to be prepared by the end of the phone call to either accept or decline the offered date. Okay, fine. Not only were none of our three selected dates available (ummmm.... what?!?), but we would have to leave out of a different port than the one we selected at a different date (which was exactly 45 days from the email I received!). My sister couldn't leave then because she is skiing during that time, so sadly, I had to decline the offer. I was so bummed for having gone through all of that for nothing. Grrrrr!
R felt sorry for me, so he suggested that we take G down to the children's museum and I happily agreed. Neither of them had been before and it was the perfect rainy day for an outing like that. We bundled up and headed out, but first I wanted to stop off at the UPS store to mail a package to South Africa.
My good friend and I had spent some time purchasing some gifts for one of the mamas that works at the orphanage we had helped back in November of 2009. We bought some things for her and for her daughter and wanted to get it mailed off to make it there as close to Christmas as possible. UPS only offered one rate and it was ... $676!!!!! I am not joking - I could not believe my ears when the chick told me that number! I politely told her that I could hand deliver the package myself by flying there for not much more than that. Ridiculous! She said that while, yes, the post office would be much cheaper, that poor countries like South Africa have extremely corrupt postal systems. Our package may take months to get there via the post office, or worst, may be stolen en route. So now we are going to return everything and figure out a way to wire money to this sweet mama. :(
If that didn't bum me out, then getting to the children's museum to find out that it is closed on Monday afternoons did the trick. Awesome. At this point, all I could do was shake my head and call it a fail.
I know I am not the only one who has days like this, and in retrospect, I am thankful that my "problems" or so minor. One family that I am friends with since having their daughter in my class several years ago just received the worst news of their life. Their son (just a couple of months younger than G) just had surgery to remove a tumor from his brain. Wow. Nothing like that to immediately put things in perspective and to remind myself to hug my family a little tighter each day.
And while I curse at things like one year molars and lack of sleep, I am so thankful for the reasons I do have those minor annoyances. My blessings far outweigh all else in comparison.
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