Just Irritable

My birthday was yesterday. I had a lovely uneventful day, other than the multitude of messages and calls. We had dinner at my in-laws. Tradition is my mother-in-law makes our requested dinner and cake and we have dinner as a family. I chose spaghetti. Nothing special but I love it and of course cake: Devils food with chocolate icing. All in all a nice evening.

Cue 4 a.m.

My toddler crawls in bed with us. Proceeds to talk at half hour intervals and then at 6 a.m. wants some breakfast. So, I peel myself from my warm and cozy bed to get him his requested cereal and we proceed to watch cartoons. 

When did Saturday morning cartoons start so early. It’s because we have Netflix and cartoons are now at his every, little whim.

He eats his cereal on the floor at the edge of the living room and dining room. Next thing I know cereal is al over the floor. Then he proceeds to make a fort in the hallway with all the blankets and pillows he can find.

I hear his favorite cd blasting in his room and he demands I turn on his tv. No. 

Where is my blankie, he asks. In mama’s bedroom. Daddy says no when he goes to check.

The dog won’t listen to him so I have to command her to his room lest he play lonesome. I feel for her. We just need a minute to recoup our senses.

My husband and oldest are just sleeping away and I think it was only 8 by then. I know my husband is tired because he has been working nonstop after getting a promotion yet still trying to do his previous position since his company has yet to hire a replacement for him and his manager. I don’t want to wake him up.

By the time they do get up (ahem, 10 a.m.-ish) I’m beyond irritated. I have yet to have coffee. They don’t know what time they are leaving for their trip and I’m supposedly having plans with a friend to see a movie and lunch but can’t let her know when I’ll be ready because no one else knows when they will be ready.

My husband reminds me that I wanted more children and what did I expect? They need cared for. Obviously. But I need cared for, too! I just don’t remember all the demands a toddler makes. My oldest is 16 and I am quite sure he wasn’t so demanding.

It’s afternoon now. The house is quiet. I’ve finally had a cup of coffee. I instantly feel better.

I’m going to go buy some powerball tickets. Maybe winning the lottery will make this day better.

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