a few works from the lady

[gfrancie]

I haven't exactly "slept" in a few days. So my sense of humor is on hiatus. Sleep is a difficult situation as it is these days as it is often an extremely painful situation. (having someone press against specific nerves no matter what position you lie in, can wear at times) There is also the fact that I really can't nap because it makes it impossible to sleep at night. I have to pretty much stay awake until I am so exhausted that I pass out. Last night Senor Onion woke up for some reason and was ready to chat about anything. So it took a few hours to get him to go back to sleep. Mr. Jenner went and hid in the basement. Eventually I got Senor Onion to sleep. (I just let him sleep on the floor next to my bed with his covers. It worked. He was quiet and asleep. Mr. Jenner came up sometime after five this morning and shut off the portable a/c unit we have that kind of keeps me from actively falling apart. I don't mind sweating but when you mix in the humidity, well sweating is useless as titties on a boar hog. When he switched off the a/c unit, Senor Onion immediately woke up. I didn't murder my husband as I do love him very much. But I thought about it. We kept trying to distract/placate shortcakes but it was a loss cause.

And it was 70 something degrees and not even 7am.

Senor Onion has discovered my salt pig that sits on the counter and grabbed a spoon and scooped some out and got it all over the kitchen floor. I had reached my breaking point. I proceeded to take a number of utensils (some sharp) and throw them across the kitchen. I may have uttered a few choices phrases at my child. He knows where I live, so he can send the therapist's bill there. And as he hadn't had a proper night's sleep either, he has thrown a few tantrums. I think we are all a bit worn out.

Should anyone suggest getting an a/c, a massage or a pedicure to me, I might be inclined to hunt you down and beat you to death with the blunt object of my choice. I am sure you are trying to be helpful but maybe silence is better.

And to those who live in hotter climates, let me give you that special medal because you can handle hotter temps. Because we do know you are morally superior for your ability to hack it. Where is Calvin when you need him eh?

With that being said, I am going to have some beverages and attempt to maintain a cheerful outlook.

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[homc.livejournal.com]

My friend had a baby in May. She developed pre-eclampsia at the end of her pregnancy. They wanted her to stay in the hospital for the last 6 weeks but she declined. She pretty much had to go into the hospital every few days for tests anyway though. Every tinme she was there, they told her all the things that could wrong if she didn't stay- i.e. have a stroke, die blah blah
Well one night right before she decided it was time to induce, she could not sleep and she had not been able to sleep for a few days. She went into the bathroom and the light started flickering. In her tired state, she thought- "I must be having a stroke. Why else would the lights be flickering." Then the lightbulb burned out. She didn't think it was too funny then, but she howled with laughter when she told me the story.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Hee.
I love it.