Yep, still a bit tired.
Thanks for the well-wishes folks - unfortunately, while I got them they appeared to bypass the little girl involved :( Yep - she had another rough night last night, waking up in the middle of the night screaming & then just a short nap before up again for the day. This was on the tale end of me working late yesterday so I was already running sort on rest.
My wife did take her to the pediatrician today in an attempt to get things sorted out - unfortunately, she got one of the "less than good" ones, who didn't do much more than annoy everyone involved. UGH. Fortunately with me being on dayshift now, my wife at least gets a little help on the nights from me; but we need to figure out something soon for everyone involved.
Then, to continue today... dang it was cold! Spent the majority of it outside both working with my dog and helping others get certified, and I couldn't tell you the last time I've been this cold. Cold, tired, stuck outside all day - add water and I would have thought I'd reenlisted or something. AND, the group decision was made to "work through lunch and get off early" - we all know how that usually tends to turn out... Yep, not off early, and me hypoglycemic and moody. I know, my own fault - I should have been smart enough to take along a meal bar or something, but I was thinking it would work right for once.
Rolling out from there I headed to campus to pay tuition for the semester and pick up my textbooks. Unfortunately everyone else apparently needed their books today as well; what has always been a five minute in & out for me at the campus bookstore ended up being a line 20 minutes long. With me stuck in the middle of a gaggle of sorority prosti-tots discussing their various lack-of-GPAs affecting semesters, and who was going to what party where tonight and that the parents weren't paying for more clothes yet... The only thing keeping my grumpy butt from erupting in a snark explosion was the fact that I knew I was skewing the whole demographic & harshing their mellow (a line of 100 well-dressed preppy larva, and the one old guy in 5-11's and a camo goretex jacket after a day of dog training, spot the cop in this crowd). The fun continued when I get to the front of the line... yes, one of my books doesn't exist in their system. Never mind that I just took it off of THEIR bookshelves, in the section set up for one of THEIR classes... they can't find it by barcode, stock number, title/author or anything else... apparently I sneak into random bookstores to pay for strange books I bring in from other places or something. So, that added another twenty minutes to my fun.
But wait, there's more. Stop by the grocery store to pick up stuff for Kyleigh and dinner fixings for the whole family. Attempt to make it a quick visit... head over to the nice & short "you scan, you pay and you bag it" line to handle my five items. And I end up behind the guy who #1 - scans everything & then puts it back in his cart; #2 - pays for his entire order with what appears to be quite a savings in coins over the years; and #3 - THEN takes the time to carefully bag everything when all is said and done...
So yes, I'm a bit bitchy & moody tonight. BUT - when I got home I did get some great time with both of my children, I got to start a new book with Jacob for his bedtime story, and I got to sit quietly with my wife and even have sentences where we were both conscious and not rushed. Hopefully that is just an early sign that tomorrow will be better.
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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Sounds like a bad day huh! You know the whole baby not sleeping thing....didn't I read on Dori's blog that you guys just put her in her own room. Perhaps she is having anxiety over not being close to you guys. (Just a thought)
Sean, I'm really glad I bumbled along and thank you for talking to us. My daughter had night terrors when she was a baby. Lasted until age 6, then settled down. She also had like a 2 week good girl, 1 week impossible brat cycle when she was age 3-4. Turned out okay, now age 7. Very clever, creative, healthy as a horse. I'm sure you've looked up the web resources re night terrors. Don't let the pediatricians medicate her. Best wishes to your wife. I think I agree with Gina's comment, that maybe you should let her sleep in or near your bed?
About being a cop, being tired, not willing to tolerate the dopes at college. I dunno. We all have limits of endurance, especially if you're not eating right.
But there's a distinct boundary of isolation when you're among civilians, which you almost always are because that's the meaning of police work, right? We need you, Sean. Especially the airheads.
Just my civilian two cents, sir.
Gina - Yep, just one of those days... and yes we moved her in with Jacob about a month ago. We have discussed whether or not it was possibly separation from us as well, but really don't want to move her back into our room if we can avoid it... but who knows.
Marlowe - thanks, I appreciate the thought sir. Right now they aren't talking about medicating her fortunately, and yes both the wife & I are quite against that sort of thing.
And the tolerance issues today had more to do with a general dislike of sheeple than anything cop related - but I appreciate what you said. More just I get frustrated with the normal crowds & then being in the midst of the "I'm 18 and know everything and am the center of the world" group gets my hackles up.
Thanks for the support guys - really was just venting today & there are people with much more to bitch about than me. I just sometimes get in those moods...
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