I guess not really, but I've got a lot of anxiety and paranoia going on right now.
I think that's a side effect of not having any curtains on any windows in the house at all. I feel like everyone is watching me.
So, I've decided to do my first Friday Fragment post, because, hey, why not. Besides, I can't think clear enough to write a full post because I keep getting distracted by random movements outside of my totally exposed windows.
First: The Curtains.
They are gone thanks to the unreliable subcontractor's inability to ensure that he had all the necessary equipment in place on the day of the window install we had scheduled for this past Thursday. Apparently, despite the fact that they had a 6 week warning, they did not secure one of the integral parts of the job: the windows. They are supposed to come in today (Friday), but I'm not convinced since they were supposed to come in on Wednesday, too. So, I've spent every night since Tuesday in a curtainless house creeping (and by creeping I mean crawling on the floor or leaping, lightening fast) past my bedroom window to prevent my neighbors from spying me in my unmentionables. I'm not traditionally the most clandestine individual so I'm sure they have seen way more than they could ever want.
So, shout out to all the teen boys in my hood who have pent up sexual frustration to spare, I know you're watching and I don't care.
Whew! I think admitting it alleviated some of the pressure so I can relax. The paranoia was taking a toll on me.
Second: Peepee Pants.
#2 wet his bed last night. By the way he acted, you woulda thought he'd committed some major crime.
At about 3:25 am, the perp was discovered, screaming angrily in his bed. The assailant attempted to allude authorities by thrashing about wildly. Even after his crime was discovered, the alleged, who has been previously convicted of similar charges, proceeded to deny the allegations shouting, "I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T DO IT! IT WASN'T ME!", loud enough to arouse innocent bystanders (aka #1 who was attempting to sleep in the top bunk). We believe his ultimate goal was to create a sense of chaos and confusion so that he could escape scrutiny. The authorities were not so easily dissuaded, and were able to work together to take the offender into custody (aka their bed) without further incident. No one was harmed on the scene. Officer Mom, however, has asked for a few days of administrative leave following the incident. At press time, this request had not been granted.
I'm not sure why he acts all crazy when he catches himself wetting the bed at night. It doesn't happen often (like a coupla times a year), and it's not like I beat the crap outta him (maybe like the first time) when he does it either. It generally winds up to be a winning situation for him because, since I'm too lazy to change the bed, I usually just change the kid and shuffle him off to my bed, where he begs to sleep every night anyway.
It's really me who gets the raw end of the deal, because once he's in my bed, the make-out session begins.
He starts the cuddling and the cooing, the caressing and the canoodling. It turns into an inappropriate-I'm-your-mom-back-up-off-me-you-pee-stained-freak session very quickly. And, it happens every time (which is why I don't let him sleep with me in the first place). If I'm able to shake him off at all he usually just cloys onto my back and engulfs me with his sea of love.
Actually, I feel kinda like this...
When he finally tired of my playing hard to get, he drifted off and so did I. Only to be awoken again (at 4:55am) by the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever witnessed first hand.
He had a nightmare.
Sleeping snug as a bug in a rug smack dab in the middle of me and Hubby the kid had the most powerful and frightening nightmare of his life (at least that I could tell).
Something about being torn to shreds by vultures?
It took him (and me) a full five minutes to stop shaking and get his bearings again, after which point he drifted sweetly into lala land.
I (and Hubby, but who cares about him?) was unable to do so and have therefore been up since the butt crack o'dawn.
Today could be bad for me (I don't function happily with lack of sleep) and he may find himself wishing those vultures finished the job.
Kidding! Even I'm not this scary.
Fourth: An unwelcome visitor.
We met this little biblical villain in our yard yesterday.
As far as creatures I normally hate, he wasn't so bad, probably only because he was tiny.
Kinda cute in a would-totally-avoid-running-him-over-in-my-car-but-don't-get-too-close-I've-got-a-shovel-and-I'm-not-afraid-to-use-it sorta way.
Those little nut jobs I live with actually had the nerve, the audacity, to ask if we could keep it.
Um, no. I don't do wild animals (or the dead, or insects, or outer space, or adult diapers).
As a matter of fact, I really don't do too many of anything that requires care, defies my mandates, or stinks if I didn't carry it in my gut for some amount of time.
Dogs and cats are a possibility for the future when more of the former gut dwellers are able and willing to care for themselves (I doubt any of them will ever follow my mandates or stop stinking).
Fifth (and Final): Weekend plans.
I'm getting another mini date with my female friends (and by friends I mean Mimi and Bff) to go see the Time Traveler's Wife. Hooray! So excited because I LOVED the book, and I like the actors in the film so I'm hoping it's good.
I mean, Lisa Kudrow is in it too and I really like her so it's not like it would be a complete waste...