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Sometimes I think B's boss doesn't have a brain. B worked last night from 8pm till 4:30am, which is his usual shift. So then this morning I get woke up at 11:30 by Jack saying, "Mommy daddy's phone keeps going off with texts from his boss and he called twice now. He wants daddy to come to work at noon." He had started texting and calling at 8am. So apparently he thinks B doesn't require any sleep. Sometimes I just want to smack the guy upside the head with a clue. I told Jack to bring me his phone, I was going to answer it if he called again and tell him B was still sleeping. But B woke up when Jack came back in, got up and called his boss, got dressed and went back to work. *rage* I hate that they don't appreciate all the times he goes in to cover their asses. He's going in early again tomorrow, so I get to sleep in. He's going to get up and take the kids to school then go to work and the neighbors will bring the kids home.
I had a headache all day that was trying to become a migraine and of course I don't have any toradol if it did. I tried taking sinus stuff and a pain pill at the same time, so it took a tiny bit of the pain away, but it's still there. I spent all day working on a doll sewing the "skin" around the wire armature of it. What a pain in the butt. I hope I get faster at it as time goes by. I know this is the first one, so I'm learning every thing as I go. She's coming along great though and hopefully tomorrow I can sew up the final leg and then work on her clothes. I was going to make her a crazy hot pink messy wig at first, but she has large stars carved into the side of her face and I'm worried the wig might cover them a bit. So I think I'm going to give her a faux fur mohawk instead. Hopefully tomorrow I can try out some different looks.
The only good thing about B's schedule being all screwy is he's been here at night more lately and that means he gets to sleep with me. He's become a total cuddle bug lately and it's always nice to wake up and feel his hand on my hip or when I don't feel well and can't get comfortable he rubs my head gently. Sometimes I wish he would go back to days, so we'd be more of a normal family. But then I'm sure I'd bitch about something else if he did. Nights make him happy, so I wouldn't ask him to change. I figure he works so hard to take care of us, I'm not going to make things harder for him. I appreciate that he works without complaining about it, when I know I would be totally whining if I was having to be the main bread winner. I make no where near what he makes and yet he's always paying for things for me. He bought me a ton of clay and other supplies to make dolls this week. When I ordered a new kind of clay he had me order five pounds and said if I liked it we could order more. We don't always have extra money, but when we do he's always so generous with me.
I had a headache all day that was trying to become a migraine and of course I don't have any toradol if it did. I tried taking sinus stuff and a pain pill at the same time, so it took a tiny bit of the pain away, but it's still there. I spent all day working on a doll sewing the "skin" around the wire armature of it. What a pain in the butt. I hope I get faster at it as time goes by. I know this is the first one, so I'm learning every thing as I go. She's coming along great though and hopefully tomorrow I can sew up the final leg and then work on her clothes. I was going to make her a crazy hot pink messy wig at first, but she has large stars carved into the side of her face and I'm worried the wig might cover them a bit. So I think I'm going to give her a faux fur mohawk instead. Hopefully tomorrow I can try out some different looks.
The only good thing about B's schedule being all screwy is he's been here at night more lately and that means he gets to sleep with me. He's become a total cuddle bug lately and it's always nice to wake up and feel his hand on my hip or when I don't feel well and can't get comfortable he rubs my head gently. Sometimes I wish he would go back to days, so we'd be more of a normal family. But then I'm sure I'd bitch about something else if he did. Nights make him happy, so I wouldn't ask him to change. I figure he works so hard to take care of us, I'm not going to make things harder for him. I appreciate that he works without complaining about it, when I know I would be totally whining if I was having to be the main bread winner. I make no where near what he makes and yet he's always paying for things for me. He bought me a ton of clay and other supplies to make dolls this week. When I ordered a new kind of clay he had me order five pounds and said if I liked it we could order more. We don't always have extra money, but when we do he's always so generous with me.