Dang It All!

I'm up past two am due to stress. An inability to sleep, due to stress. The Dear Daddy is working tonight, owing to a bout of stomach flu over the weekend on his part, and missed work. The Girlie is ensconced in our bed, along with every danged stuffed animal she owns, six blankets, and six pillows. And she's peeved at me for getting out of bed to wait for the effects of a sleeping pill taken on my part. I hate sleepers. Ya' just never know if they're going to work or not. And they do nothing for stress, but I have lots to do tomorrow, including shopping for a project for The Girlie, due Tuesday, so I need sleep! Gotta hit the pharmacy, gotta call the electric company, gotta continue the saga with the cable company, gotta be awake for Jack's ST, gotta get some danged sleep!

On the other hand, I was snuggling with Jack while he slept this evening and in his sleep the boy flashes some beatific smiles! They are radiant. The boys face is pure bliss and jubilation. I swear he sees angels, so why not dream about them?

That little fang...it kinda feels like "That's what you get." I was so happy that Jack's teeth appeared to be coming in in the typical progression. Not in the roof of his mouth or the sides of his gums. So, now that his first tooth is very clearly a sharp pointy fang, and not at all typical, I kinda feel like that's what I get for being happy about the typical pattern. I kinda think it's a wrench to my head. A small wrench, but a wrench none-the-less and still painful. And I am beginning to hate the word typical. Seriously. Hate it.

In other news, a hospital I used to work for and then was somehow no longer welcome at called my agency the other day and said that perhaps they had been hasty, perhaps they had been misled by the information available, and would I perhaps like to come to work for them again? Well, this was great news! Not only do they pay well, and they are one of my all time favorite places to work, they also take good care of patients, are up on all the latest techno crap and expensive products other hospitals won't spring for, and the people who work there are great to work with! So I was tickled pink to be invited back! Looks like some of our financial worries are looking up. Until tonight. None of the three hospitals I routinely go to needed registry tonight. Dang it! I needed this shift! And therein lies my stress and sleeplessness. It always comes down to money.

While I was a single starving student and The Beloved was giving me half of his paycheck so I could devote myself to school full time and only had to work weekends, I dreamed of the day when money woes would be behind me. What the heck was I thinking? Unless you're Donald Trump or his ex-wife, money woes are never behind you. Currently, the kitchen faucet handle is tricky and will come off in your hand or clang into the sink and put yet another chip in the porcelain if you're not careful. The turntable in the microwave no longer turns. Both bathroom showers leak. There's a broken sprinkler valve in the front yard that even in the off position still allows water to trickle down the driveway. There's a bad smell when I use the oven. The heater thermostat in our house needs replaced and it's any one's guess if it's actually going to come on with the first try or the tenth. I'd say at least none of the major appliances are broken right now, but that would just be asking for that's what I get.

That sleeper seems to be kicking in. I'll go scoop sleepy little Jack up and see if I can't neck snuggle a smile from him, and then put my sorry self back into bed. I am quite certain that The Girlie is still awake, watching the clock, counting down the fifteen minutes ticking by that I promised her I would return in. And if the project doesn't get done tonight, well, maybe she'll have just a touch of the stomach flu on Tuesday morning.