I knew I disliked Saturday's for a reason...

OMG! I am so Lucy Wench right now. This is my weak attempt to get it out so that I don't take it out on the kids, and I'll change names to protect my victims that I'm about to slander all over the place. :)

Last night, as with MANY NIGHTS in the past 8 years, but more often recently because they have runny noses, I have been up over and over and over in the middle of the night. Last night was no different. Finally at 5am, Jordan came into bed with me. By 5:30 I got him to sleep again. I was very irritated by this point because I think it's bullshit that mom's lay there waiting to be called on...and it happens. Gee, why AM I so tired? Julia: Mom. That's just how she said it, too. I go running: WHAT? I need water please.
I wanted to cuss up a storm over that kind of treatment, but I didn't. In my head I did.
So. Jordan and I are finally sleeping (For what it's worth, no one sleeps in my bed other than Cullen, ever). *Chuck* comes busting in the room. "You need to get up, baby!" and leaves. I thought someone had died. Immediately I'm out of bed, CHASING AFTER HIM. "Wait! What happened?" and he says "Nothing. I need to go to bed. Get up."

OHHHHHH, I thought to myself, OF COURSE!! I looked at the clock. I OVERSLEPT! It's EIGHT AM. I should have been up at least a half hour ago! NO WONDER he couldn't wake me up in a nice, less harsh manner! No WONDER! I don't deserve that! I overslept! He RAN to Fed Ex and home today, and here I am, lazy bitch, still asleep at 8am. How DARE I!? I'm shocked and appalled at my blantant rudeness.

Jackass.
I want a wife, and I want her NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate stupid fricken weekends.

Is now a good time to mention that last night *Chuck* called CJ after they were in bed, to tell them that they could get up and watch TV til 9? "Tell your mom I'll give her a nap tomorrow." He knows damned well that there is no nap in my future. None.
I don't see one happening. But I'm going to highly encourage it- HOWEVER, here I go being selfish again...I have to go to Suzanne's at 10:30, so he's only getting 2 hours of sleep instead of his normal 4.

I HATE STUPID WEEKENDS! DO YOU HEAR ME? THEY AREN'T WEEKENDS, THEY AREN'T FUN, AND I GET SCREWED!!!!!!
ME, ME, ME! I know.
I'll snap out of it. I keep forgetting that THIS BULLSHIT is what I "Signed up for" by getting married and having kids.
SIGH.

Okay. I'm going to go feed my babies and make breakfast and work out. *Chuck*'s future isn't looking bright today.