I was so excited about today being Monday and the fact that I would have the house to myself ( & my blog ) for the majority of the day. Of course it didn't work out this way. I wake up at 8am with a child still in my bed, and a note on my door that my mother took it upon herself to leave him there for the day (he usually rides to school with her - she's a teacher) and make him a Dr. appointment, and call me later with the time. Gee, thanks mom.
Is he really sick? I have no clue.
Right now he is doing laps around the living room, stuffiing pop tarts down his throat, and playing with his army figurines. It's like some kind of crazy not-so-much-super hero thing. By day he is perfectly fine, but by night he transforms into (unfortunatley not superman) a screaming emo baby every time he wakes up during the night - which has went from maybe once to 4 or 5 times during the past 4 nights. You can imagine how much sleep I've been getting lately.
Also, you know how you see mothers out sometimes and they have piercings all over them and tattoos. Then you're like "Oh gosh, it's one of those mothers. Well, I am one of those mothers, and I had my nose repierced yesterday. Yes, it still hurt like a biatch. No I don't ever wear my eyebrow ring, and the only thing I wear in my nose is a teeny tiny crystal stud. I like it though, and don't really care if anyone else does or not. I'm probably the only mom at my son's preschool with a nosering though.
Sleep deprivation has turned me into a marching mumbling idiot, and I'd best log off while I can.