Assshit
I haven't slept for shit in several days, and with the Boy staying up so late so many of those days, my only "me" time has come in the small hours of the morning, linking through Wikipedia's maze of military history (fuckin' Iron Maiden lyrics, anyway) and frittering frustratingly at Free Tetris. As
ewokgirl summed up earlier, the weekend didn't bring a ton of rest; I put the Boy and myself to bed before 9pm last night with hopes for a well-rested Monday lulling me to slumber.
Yeah, he woke up every 90 minutes or so with cries of "Mil! Mil! Mil!" ("Milk! Milk! Milk!"), crawling over our heads so we had to wake up to prevent him from nosediving into the floor, until completely waking before 7am demanding to "Culee!" ("Color!" which usually means make me draw stuff while he might scribble once or twice). The Wife had an early appointment with a doctor, which left me on the edge of both the couch and consciousness, jumping up every few minutes to rescue a cat from mauling or a wall from more culee. Upon the Wife's return, we opted to try driving her into work in the hopes that he might fall asleep by the return crossing over the Bay Bridge.
He did!
And he woke up in the parking garage with a wet diaper 20 minutes later so that I couldn't join him in slumber!
He insisted that I do all the culee once I started this entry, and once I finally convinced him to do a bit of his own coloring, he did so:
On my pants!
If the joys of parenting hadn't kicked my ass enough, I have to tell Save the Bay by the end of the day whether I will return for the spring (they have to schedule programs well in advance, and can't afford to have instructors leave mid-season), and I still have yet to hear yea or nay from the National Park Service on a permanent rangerly job I hope to land. So, keep my word and commit myself to a job I neither particularly enjoy nor see offering much for future prospects, or devalue my word and screw an organization that seems to actually want me around when an agency that looks at hiring as some big favor to the hiree probably won't even come through anyway?
No wonder I can't sleep. Oh, and the Boy wouldn't let me, anyway.
Edited to Add: I e-mailed Save the Bay and told them I would return for the spring. If my stupid ethics screw me out of permanently rangering, I'll never perform another ethical action again. Oh, and as of 4pm, I got the Boy to sleep, so I'll probably join him now.
ewokgirl summed up earlier, the weekend didn't bring a ton of rest; I put the Boy and myself to bed before 9pm last night with hopes for a well-rested Monday lulling me to slumber.
Yeah, he woke up every 90 minutes or so with cries of "Mil! Mil! Mil!" ("Milk! Milk! Milk!"), crawling over our heads so we had to wake up to prevent him from nosediving into the floor, until completely waking before 7am demanding to "Culee!" ("Color!" which usually means make me draw stuff while he might scribble once or twice). The Wife had an early appointment with a doctor, which left me on the edge of both the couch and consciousness, jumping up every few minutes to rescue a cat from mauling or a wall from more culee. Upon the Wife's return, we opted to try driving her into work in the hopes that he might fall asleep by the return crossing over the Bay Bridge.
He did!
And he woke up in the parking garage with a wet diaper 20 minutes later so that I couldn't join him in slumber!
He insisted that I do all the culee once I started this entry, and once I finally convinced him to do a bit of his own coloring, he did so:
On my pants!
If the joys of parenting hadn't kicked my ass enough, I have to tell Save the Bay by the end of the day whether I will return for the spring (they have to schedule programs well in advance, and can't afford to have instructors leave mid-season), and I still have yet to hear yea or nay from the National Park Service on a permanent rangerly job I hope to land. So, keep my word and commit myself to a job I neither particularly enjoy nor see offering much for future prospects, or devalue my word and screw an organization that seems to actually want me around when an agency that looks at hiring as some big favor to the hiree probably won't even come through anyway?
No wonder I can't sleep. Oh, and the Boy wouldn't let me, anyway.
Edited to Add: I e-mailed Save the Bay and told them I would return for the spring. If my stupid ethics screw me out of permanently rangering, I'll never perform another ethical action again. Oh, and as of 4pm, I got the Boy to sleep, so I'll probably join him now.