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I like to use Sunday evenings to get a jump on my week. Organize my clothes for the week, organize to do lists for work and school and get to bed early for a good night of sleep. This week I accomplished the getting organized part and then went off to bed. As I was on the brink of sleep my youngest daughter, Madison, started crying out from her bed. One thing lead to another and I was back down stairs watching Sportscenter while Maddie watched Scoobie Doo and the Warewolf. Back upstairs around 11:30 to lay down w/Maddie, got her to sleep and then I finally got to lie down. No dice, no sleep. After three hours of checking the clock and calculating how many hours of sleep I'd get if I were to fall asleep in five minutes I gave up at 2:30 am. So, my week started off with 0 hours of sleep leading into Monday.
Monday evening I got home around 8:00 pm and was looking forward to sleep. In bed at 9:00 pm, in Maddie's room at 9:15 dealing with leg cramps. Not that bad - back in bed by 10 pm and ended up with a good 7 hours of sleep. Better than usual, but now the fun starts.
Tuesday is uneventful until I arrive home at 8:30 pm to be greeted by Becky who informs me that, "Jessica just threw up all over my new bed spread". Now, Jessie throwing up is not that big of a deal, but Becky somehow makes it worse by cowering in the corner and commenting how disgusting the mess is between her dry heaves. Becky's dry heaves that is. She definitely doesn't make my task of cleaning up any easier by mentioning that she cooked me dinner, "it's in the fridge - beef fajitas, if you hadn't already noticed". Yum, can't wait… Luckily my friend and neighbor, Virgil, is the king of cleaning and I was able to borrow some equipment and deodorizer to clean up my side of the bed. Oh, had I mentioned the mess was right where I lay my head? The worst part of the entire ordeal is that Becky did herself considerable damage in the points race for the Walkersville Mom's Club Mother of the Year. Mothers should not be grossed out when their kids get sick or at least they shouldn't show it. Telling the kid that they stink is a definite point reduction (at least 50).
Oh well, at least I have the weekend to look forward to. We're going to West Virginia for a visit. 12 hours in the mini-van with three of the neediest females in the world. Who wouldn't look forward to that?