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I'm realizing I probably undersold the issue with the damage in my basement window in my brigid post yesterday but uh. I guess long story as short as possible is that tomorrow I'm going to have a professional tell me if we can safely live in our house anymore, and in the meantime I'm stressing over whether or not we should already be somewhere else.
So yeah that's been. Um. Fun.
Having already determined that this is a garbage week for garbage people due to circumstances outside my control, my body has decided to add insult to injury... Or I guess further injury to injury? IDFK... By ensuring that I contracted whatever the newest daycare crud was which Bean has only just herself recovered from.
(There's only so much you can do to prevent this when said child is in her "sharing" phase which on one hand I want to encourage and nurture but also I need to teach her that no we do not need to share that half eaten banana, and we especially do not need to share it by smashing it into our parents' mouth after they already said "no thank you." But I digress.)
(...That and the coughing directly into my mouth thing. That also does not help.)
Anyway I am feeling disconnected from my body and yet very fucking painfully aware of it, and decide I'm going to do my best to get my work done as fast as I can so I can go nap (read: wrap myself in 3 layers of blankets and watch HR) and so I sit down at my computer, go to jiggle the mouse to wake its bitch ass up, and it simply
Does not
Respond???!?
All of this to say if I have to restart my computer to do any of my work today and thus lose the work that I was working on already I will not do that and will simply expire instead, thank you for your attention to this matter.
Started my day off by dropping an entire jug of maple syrup on myself (and into my slippers, love that for me) and just accidentally dropped my tea leaves back into my mug of tea (loose) while trying to keep the bitch from draining all over my desk, just to add insult to injury.
If I am the goat I need to sacrifice to get this chapter out into the world I'm gonna mcfuckin lose it.
Side note: finding a typo in your tags after you posted when you're on mobile is like the eighth circle of hell. It's one thing when it's the last one or whatever and you can just do a quick swap but it's in the middle and the sensitivity on this thing is so godawful that I can't move tags around, I end up deleting them accidentally and I'd actually rather live with having used the wrong "too" than have to redo all of my rambling tags again.
Bean started daycare today and instead of enjoying some much-needed space during my lunch break I'm vacuuming my entire couch, because the alternative was doom scrolling through politics.
In case anyone was wondering how the millennials are doing in this era.
... Is playing War Pigs at the BBQ my family is throwing for me on Saturday too pointed lol
You really don't understand how gross parenting can be until you're sprinting into and then across your house holding a vomit-coated toddler at arms length and screaming DOOR'S CLOSED DOOR'S CLOSED while your partner comes sprinting in behind you to pull open the (for some fucking reason) pocket door that you were trying in vain to kick open to let you into the "master" bathroom because he's been (for some reason) re-re-re-grouting the main bath for A WEEK and so you had to take her across the ONE CARPETED AREA on the main floor and pray she didn't start dripping on it or puke again and while you're running the bath for her (in a tiny corner shower but we make it work, we adapt and we overfuckingcome) she turns around and buried her entire vomit-encrusted body into the back of your legs and your soul briefly leaves your body while you're trying to politely shout to your partner to PLEASE for the LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY take the car seat out of the car so that the car does not end up smelling like hot vom and also trying to shoo the dog away so he stops trying to very helpfully clean off the very upset toddler who has never before in her entire life actually vomited, so this is all very traumatic for her, thank you very much.
...Anyway, miraculously, no lasting harm was done, no carpeting needed a deep clean, and I - notorious sympathetic puker - held strong. Might still need to light my car on fire though, we'll see what happens. Shout out to my partner for going the extra mile though and wiping down the car (bless leather interior) and keeping her open to air out for a bit. And also for bringing me a muffin.
You will be pleased to know that Miss Bean was happily splashing in the bath within minutes of this incident so really, no lasting harm done. She just got car sick, apparently.
Extremely rude of my child to refuse to go to sleep last night unless she was in bed with me. (She's in a clingy phase, IDK what to do with this.) But yeah so I didn't sleep bc I was afraid of rolling over on her.
Extremely hilarious of her to have farted herself awake just now though lmao.
