I know people have real problems so forgive my whining. Can we just fast forward to the weekend already?
Last night, just before bed time, Jordan tripped and hit her forehead on the tile floor. I was concerned about her when I put her to bed but she seemed to be okay. I woke up nauseated around 2:30 and laid in bed for an hour just trying to go back to sleep. I got up and checked on Jordan and finally went back to sleep. Then Jordan made a strange sound around 5:30 and started crying really hard. It freaked me out but she was fine. Maybe a bad dream?
Then this morning Jordan has been trying to climb and stand on the kitchen chairs, climb over the BACK of the kitchen chair, has fallen off the couch a couple of times, thrown fits over something as simple as wanting to be the one to open the door for the dog... All while I was attempting to tackle the huge mess that is my house. I also needed to go to the Post Office but by the time I showered we didn't have enough time to go before lunch. Jordan was already ready to go and wanted to go "bye bye" so I thought we would go outside. I got the child dressed while she fought me every step and we get outside... it's raining. That's awesome but we are in the middle of a drought and NOW it's raining? Then I fed her lunch and all of it went on the floor. I gave up and decided to eat my nasty Spaghettio's I bought yesterday. (Don't judge me, I haven't had them in years but I had a coupon and for some reason they sounded good.) I was putting the bowl in the microwave and dropped it. I actually burst into tears. How pathetic is that? The funny part is that Jordan was giggling because she thought I was laughing.
Some of the O's were actually down in the stove top. How the heck to you get them out?? A wet/dry/Spaghettio vac? I decided on chop sticks. Operation style. I had a moment, chop sticks in hand, and I realized how ridiculous the situation was.
Yep, it's been a long week.