Piss-holes in the snow, revisited
I’ve heard the “when it rains it pours” a couple times the past week, but nobody said anything about the 110mph straight-line winds and the flying cow that’ll land on the truck.
I’m tired. I haven’t eaten much at all in the past few days, though I persistently feel stuffed. My eyes look like what again? Though we don’t have any snow here for a photo comparison.
Two nights ago, little boy decided to just stay up all night playing. Got about 2 hours of sleep. Last night he was screaming like he was scared to death from 1130pm til 615am. Nothing I could do could stop it. He’d settle down for a few seconds then as soon as I’d move, at 100% again. He was burning up, but I couldn’t get him to take anything. The way he was grinding his teeth, maybe he’s cutting molars. Got Grace on the bus, sat down with Sean, and well, I got warm and gooey as did the couch and himself. He puked all over me. Awesome.
He finally passed out at 8am for 2 hours or so, and so did I. Then the phone rings…and rings, and rings. I wish I had a reverse phone-line tazer for telemarketers. Now that would be awesome.
Saw Jessica today, she hasn’t eaten in a week by the looks of it. She wants to work things out, and I’d like to as well…but well, we’ll see. If nothing changes then nothing changes and we’ll be back to a few days ago again. I don’t want to work things out just so she has a place to stay and doesn’t have to work and can stew in her own negativity for hours every day and go find the next closest dude so she can get laid. I know, a few people have already mentioned it, don’t just look the other way. I’m not, I just am having some hope that Jess doesn’t do this again.
Anyways, she’s trying to get out of there by tomorrow, though she’s not sure if she can yet. She still hasn’t really talked to anybody that I’m aware of about Monday. That seems like weeks ago right now.
And I’m damned tired, have hours of work that I have to get done, and look what I’m doing. What kind of friends are you, reading this instead of telling me to get back to work.
Audi
by Jovana Johnson
by Nikki
Xia always had trouble teething. She’d get fevers and have the febrile seizures and cry and cry and puke. I used cool washcloths and teething “rings”, popsicles, tylenol and ibuprofen. It was months of agony for her and us. I can’t imagine the pain they go through cutting teeth … hang in there. Your patience and steadfast-ness will pay off and the reward will be a happy kid down the road. Eventually, in about say 10 years … you might be able to sleep again. ;) Remember back in the day when sleep was overrated… haha …. not any more. Now it’s up there with finding rare jewels. Take care.
Get back to work! Lol…
I called her last night after I talked to you. Someone else answered and I asked for her and they went and told her who was one the phone. He came back on and said she would have to call me back. I left my name and phone number, she never called. Did she say anything about me calling?
I’m sure she probably wants as few people to know about what she did as possible, which I understand. But avoiding the situation and hiding from everyone isn’t a solution either.
Hope you get some sleep, if Sean is teething try freezing a damp wash cloth and let him chew on it. He may just be reacting to everything going on too.
Talk to you later.
-Jovana