Chaos....

My brain has been total chaos the past month. I really don't know why or how I get like this. I'm usually a very organized and together-type person. And then all of the sudden, everything spirals out of control.

This happens to me every few months or so. I've tried to take baby steps to get myself back together. I really think it's this shift I'm working right now. I don't function well working night shift. I used to be a total night person. When you have a child, you just can't spend your entire day sleeping. Even Angry Husband mentioned that I've been working out less too. He doesn't care how much I work out, but he knows I do.

I finally got caught up with all our bills. I've been kinda slacking in that department. Verizon Wireless was sure happy they got some money.

I need to re-organize this house and clean it. I really want to go through all the boxes and totes in our garage. Christmas is coming. I need to make a really big shopping list.

I haven't had any races since September. So my running is sucking too. I'm pretty sure that I'm doing one on Thanksgiving. Hopefully, I can get some day shifts next year, otherwise 2009 is going to be a really long year.

I'm working a long day today, so hopefully, I can do some blog posts. I have tons of pictures from this week. Angry Husband's family was all in town.

I started working on this post last night but damn crime had to happen. I got a late call, hate that.

Working, Nine 2 Five

It's been ten years since I graduated college. I graduated in December of 1997, and in January, I joined the work force. My parents stressed the fact that I needed to get a full-time job with health insurance. I did. I've been working full time since then without a break, at the same damn place!!!

But alas, the life of a public servant. We work shift work, yes crappy, non-normal hours. So I'm sitting here at 2am writing this post, why, because I'm at work. Normal people work Monday through Friday, from 9-5. Noo, Angry Julie works Friday through Monday from 4pm-2:30am.

I'm half asleep, waiting patiently until the clock turns 2:30, so I can run out of her, jump in my SUV and drive home. Then I will try and crawl in bed. 75% Angry Toddler will be on my side of the bed, under the covers. So I will have to make the decision, sleep in our bed, or go to the couch.

Then, at around 7:30am, Angry Toddler was come to wake me up. Most likey by hitting me on the head with some small toy, "Mama mama, wake up!".

It's been busy here tonight. Lots of drunk people and Halloween parties.

On a positive note, I did get to visit one of my favorite places tonight. Yes, Target. I am one of those nuts hunting down The Little Einsteins Pat Pat Rocket. Does my son even like The Little Einsteins, probably not! But I must hunt one of those things down. It has become my quest. Knowing my luck I will finally find one, and decide that he doesn't need it. I think I just like the hunt. I ended up walking about of Target with a skull shaped trick or treat bucket, and some cleaning products.

I've been sitting here in the office the rest of the night lurking on all my favorite blogs and websites. I've found a couple of new ones tonight. I'm always anxious to read about people like me.

I hope I survive the day tommorrow. Angry Husband is going to be working and it's up to me to entertain. We can't go outside, there is tons of ash from the fires. Then back to work, I go, same time, same place. But alas, definately not 9-5.

The Kid Sleeps Like a Teenager

It is a constant struggle with Angry Toddler and his sleep habits. Ever since we lost the crib, moment of silence for "THE CRIB". His sleep habits have been Crap!

He refuses to go to sleep in his bed. We've tried all the methods, even Super Nannying him. Nope, didn't work. Basically AT falls asleep on the couch in our living room. He usually falls asleep watching TV. This is how it is for naps and bedtime. His naps range anywhere from 1pm-4pm. His bedtime ranges anywhere from 8pm-10pm. Yes, that's right 10pm.

He actually went to bed around 9pm last night. Today, he goes to preschool. I walk into his room. His is asleep on his stomach with his blanket covering his head. I say, "Caden, Get up, It's time for school." The kid actually grunts and rolls to his side. He now covers his entire body with the blanket and curls into the fetal position.

So I roll him over. He growls at me. Then I take off his pajamas. He then gets onto his stomach, pushes up his knees, and sticks his butt in the air, and says "Night Night".

Then I have to flip him onto his back, change his diaper. I then continue to put on his jeans, shirt, socks, and shoes, all while Mr. Lazy is laying there. Then I leave the room. He comes walking down the hall, scratching his head, dragging the blanket. He's got those red sleep scars all over his neck and face. The kid sleeps in the strangest positions.

We jump in my car, and head to preschool.

The owner of the preschool just laughs when she sees him. She said, oh rough morning. I said my 12 year old, oops I mean 2 year old didn't want to get up. He gives her the "Angry White Man" look, which is typical in my household, and then says, "What"? She proceeds to then take him into the school and get him some breakfast. Why does the preschool teacher have to feed him? Because the kid is stubborn and never wants to eat breakfast right away. He's just like me and has almost all of my bad habits.

Then I jump into my mommy mobile car and head home. I race into the garage, take off my jeans and throw on my pajamas again. I then jump into my bed, and watch all my DVR'ed shows. Yes, it's a hard life for me, don't be jealous.

I couldn't wait to get home and watch my new favorite show, Private Practice. I love that show, but alas that's another post to come later!

Sleep

One must achieve some level of sleep in order to function during the day. Friday night was awful, Angry Toddler was up all night screaming... Angry Husband had fed Angry Toddler some hot dogs at 6pm. The hot dogs did not sit well in AT's stomach. He was up screaming and crying most of the night. I know Angry Husband was trying to be good, and took AT out into the front room, but when you live in an 1100 sq. foot house, you hear everything...I tossed and turned all night.

Last night, we got to bed. Angry Toddler was safe and sound in his own bed. I'm in bed with Angry Husband. AH snores all night long, I nudge him to roll over at least 5 times, saying "roll over, you're snoring, please roll over." He grunts and rolls over.

Then at like 3am, Angry Toddler walks in the room with his blankie. You know where this is going. I pick up AT and put him in the bed between us. Apparently since 5pm or so, AT has developed a cough. So AT flips around all friggin night, snoring and coughing.. You cannot forget the fact that AH is also snoring still.

How can a woman sleep? I feel like Goldilocks between two damn bears. and to top it all off, I'm working today from 6am-8pm, yea that's right. That's a long ass day with no sleep. I'm soo tired. Which means, I'm going to have to sleep on my lunch hour today...

All I want is a full night's sleep with out snoring or a 33 lb. child pressed up against me. Do I need to check into a hotel for this?