Recovering from my Weekend

I haven't had the focus or concentration to really blog all weekend. I have lots of things to blog about. I've even made some lists of potential blog topics. But, I just can't quite sit down and type.

I'm still in a bi-polar love/hate relationship with my hair. Yes, it will grow. There is actually a length that I want it to get to. I have a picture on my desk at home, with me and an ex-friend, S. I think I'm going to wait for about 4 weeks for the next haircut. That will be around my birthday. Ye gads, I can't have another tragic haircut, the week of my birthday.

I'm soo very tired right now, but I will try and plow through some posts. I've been working weekend nights since early September and it's killing me. My body is fighting soo hard to adjust. I can't figure out when to work out, what times to eat, how long to sleep, yet even do laundry. Even Angry Husband mentioned today that I've really cut down on my workouts.

I didn't leave work until 4am, Monday morning. This is not good. I sleep until 11:30am-ish, which only gave me a few hours before I had to return to work again. Angry Husband was already running around cleaning the house. I sorted the laundry and began marinating Angry Toddler's laundry. I call it "marinating" because, I have to pick through every single thing that he wears, looking for stains, and using stain products on the stains.

I then decided that I would do a "tiny" run, like 3 miles or something. I turned on the TV in the garage and hopped on the treadmill. At about mile 2, the treadmill completely shut down. I freaked. I screamed for Angry Husband. Did he hear me? Nope. Damn Marine Corps made him lose hearing....although I secretly think he tunes me out. About 30 minutes later, he went and looked at the treadmill. He said that I tripped a breaker or something. He then mumbled something about re-wiring the garage electrical outlets, or something.

I was really freaking about the treadmill. I have a membership to 24-Hour Fatness. But really sometimes, I had getting all dressed up in my gym clothes, so that I can come out of there looking like a drowned rat. I much prefer running on my home treadmill in my shorts and whatever is available sports bra. No one can see my muffin top, well no one, except our dogs.

I got a little pro-active today though. I laid out my gym clothes for tomorrow. As soon as I get up, I'm going to roll into my gym clothes, and head to 24 Hour Fatness. I have a date with the elliptical and some weights.

Four hours later and I'm here

So last night was night 3 of working nights. I got off at 2:30, came home and went straight to bed, in ummmm Angry Toddler's bed. I know that I can better sleep when I don't have a bear, I mean my darling husband snoring in my ear..

So at 6ish something AM, I hear Angry Husband's alarm go off. Of course he hits the snooze button. Then I finally hear him get up. The man cannot be quiet. I hear him in the bathroom, then yanking his shirt off the hanger in the closet.

Then I hear it....oh nooo.. Angry Toddler is talking to him. This means, AT is up. When I was working dayshift, my mom and Angry Husband would tell me, ohh ya AT sleeps until 8:30ish. I worked nights last year and knew that was not the case with me. Sure enough, he proved himself right, he was up at 7am, wide awake.

Mommy of the Year has not grocery shopped this week. I hate the grocery store. AH mentioned the grocery issue to me last night. I ignored him. Then at about 1am, I realized, ugh, what am I going to feed Angry Toddler. So once again, Mommy of the Year, went and bought some donuts. I couldn't remember what he liked, so I bought 3 kinds.

Then I got these reponses. "I want sprinkles on it mama". Ok here is one with sprinkles. "No, I want chock-co-lot sprinkles". Umm, we don't have that. How about a chocolate donut (chocolate bar). "Ok" He then takes his finger, licks the chocolate and pushes it away. My mom says he eats this stuff for her all the time. Once again, obviously I got my fabulous parenting skills from her.

So here I am, with a total headache cause my lack of sleep. A kid who won't eat. And Noggin on 24/7. Seriously if I have to watch Max and Ruby one more time today...

Shift Change

As an employee in law enforcement, I'm destined to work shift work for my entire career. I've been working the day shift, or 1st shift for 9 months now. I got lucky.

From today through January, I will be working nights. We call it PM's; some people call it swing shift and/or 3rd shift. My shift is from 4pm to 2:30am. I work Fridays through Mondays. Yes, that is what being last in seniority gets you. I'm 5 out of 5, and I've been doing this job for 6 years now.

It's very hard for me to work nights now. When I was younger, I found it very easy to stay up all night, and sleep all day. Now, with a 3 yr. old, I just can't do that. Even if Angry Husband is home, AT and him are very loud.

This morning Angry Husband was fighting with Angry Toddler about picking out some clothes. Seriously, you give the child 2 options, you don't give him the entire closet to pick from. well AH got tired of AT fighting with him. When I got out of bed at 8-something, AT was running around in Gymboree underwear with surfboards on them. Whatever...

Another thing about working nights, is that it's hard to see. I had Lasik done in 1999. My eyesight sucks at night. I have to wear glasses now to read the street signs. I bought these glasses last year when I worked PM's then. I can't even find them today. They are probably in the center console of my personal car. I better have not lost them, they cost like $500. I have expensive taste.

I was able to get some running in today though, which made me feel a little better. I did it while AT and AH took a THREE HOUR NAP. I also did some laundry and ran some errands. Unfortunately, while running my errands my gas light came on. Ugh, I was almost late to work and did not want to get gas.

So guess who will be getting gas at almost 3am? ME!

I hope I can survive this shift. I'm still trying to figure out my eating and workout schedule. I usually gain weight when I work nights, because I eat like crap. Maybe I can do some better and longer workouts in the mid-mornings, and then nap on the days that AT is at preschool.

Wish me luck!!

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.