Light em' up-up-up, I'm on fire

So, we are fighting a losing battle with Seiry and her sleep habits.  She is a night owl, just like most of the bratty 9 month olds out there.  For some reason, kids start sleeping through the night normally at about 7-8 months old.  Then, all of a sudden, they are assholes and decide that their night isn't complete unless they are keeping everyone they love up for two hours in the wee hours of the dark sleepy time. 

Well, last night we took a stand. And 40 sobbying, snotty, screaming, lonely minutes later...she was asleep.  We were frazzled and stressed but she slept like the proverbial baby (what a misnomer, no baby sleeps "like a baby"  or if that does mean that, I'm pretty sure that sleeping like a baby means that you absoluely refuse to sleep unless you are being held and you will scream bloody murder if you don't get your way).  By the way, none of this pics are mine, obviously.  Thank you for commiserating, internets.

Highly caffeinated and the most celebrated for connecting it

Awww yeah... One night of uninterrupted sleep and I feel like a boss.  Except for the crown I broke two days ago.  Which sucks balls.  Pretty bad.  It doesn't hurt but it's sharp and it's awkward (man, awkward is such an awkward word.  I guess it's pretty fitting...) and it's annoying as all who-ha.

I wrote a little poem about it.  Eh-hem, here it goes:
Asher and Seiry refused to sleep
and that upset their mama
she bit down and broke her crown
which only caused more drama.

And who said I wasn't able to be creative anymore and that I could only (poorly) write annual reports for the EPA? Oh, wait, that was me.  My bad. Disregard the previous statement.

Also, I fired myself yesterday for not writing a better annual report draft two years ago to copy now.  And I fired myself also because WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE A SECTION ON BMPS?!?!?!?  Ah, that would be because you're FIRED.  I think that's how it went down.  It was quite a scene in my cubical.

So....yeah.  I'm funny.  Actually, the opposite.  I'm not funny.

Today ry is getting THE surgery.  Good luck to him.  Score one for glow family planning.

Anyway, I am now on the way to get my tooth fixed.  Stupid tooth.

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so wrong

My annoyance level and my discomfort levels at work are directly proportional.  I'm so uncomfortable today.  And annoyed.  It's pretty awesome.  I'm actually not sure if it's coincidence or coincidal. 

Anyway.  Still sick.  I thought I'd be better by now.  I had hoped I would, at least.  And now Asher is sick, too.  It's really just a ton of fun at Casa Glow.  I'm almost better, I guess.  Asher is just starting.  I didn't sleep very well (insert much at all) last night, I was uncomfortable, I couldn't breathe, and I wasn't tired.  I'm ALWAYS tired.  So, I was super frustrated last night and about ready to have a hissy fit.  I felt entitled to my hissy fit.  But then I fell into a fitful sleep, which I woke up from a bit later due to not being able to breathe again. 

Nevermind, too much complaining. This weekend was rough. I'm ready to be done.  Can someone convince Seiry that it's time to move on to the next stage of life in the next two weeks or so? 

I'm pretty ready for Asher's birthday party, too.  So is he, by the way.  He has told me a million and a half things he wants for his birthday presents.  It's sad how young children become consumers. 

I was particularly annoyed this weekend when Rosie told me that she bought Asher craft desk/easel at a garage sale for $5.  Good deal, I guess, but she knew that we bought him an easel for his birthday, I showed it to her.  I am so tired of her buying shit for him at garage sales every single day.  EVERY SINGLE DAY.  I am not exaggerating.  I wish I were.  I was especially irritated that she bought him this desk since we had expressed that that was what we were getting him for his birthday and then after I bought it I showed it to her.  I understand she wants to do things for him and stuff like that but, seriously...she has issues.  I told her yesterday that there are support groups for people like her and that she really needed to calm down the garage sale purchasing.  I've told her this about a thousand times now, it doesn't help.  She drives me crazy. 

I have my last birthday present today, a mani-pedi that I couldn't get an appointment for any closer to my birthday.  It's at a super fancy place in Hudson called Solaire (which is also a wine bar but I will not be visiting that side of it today...) that I got a groupon for half off. So, hopefully I'll have shnazzy finger and toe nails for delivery.  Cause you know, that's what everyone will be looking at when I'm delivering Seiry.  At least, that's what I'm going to be telling myself.  It's better than thinking about all of those people looking and my lady bits expectantly. What a visual.  What color should I get?  I have purple that Ry painted on for me now (I can't reach my own feet comfortably right now, Ry took one for the team for my toe vanity). 

Anyway, back to work.