In what is fast becoming a daily occurence, earrrlllyyy every morning while Special K is in the shower, Baby J wakes up, looks around and screams her head off. Special K must be deaf because I hear the damn kid even in the midst of Orlando Bloom/Matthew McConaghey dreams. Which, by their very nature are loud.
Anyway, I try to ignore the shrieking banshee, but she only seems to get louder, running around the house screaming, "Where are you? I need my diaper changed!" It was cute the first time she woke me at 7AM. It's not cute anymore. SERIOUSLY.
This morning it happened again. Special K, who took about a 3 hour shower finally took over and I went back to sleep.
Two hours later, the phone rings. I ignore it. It rings some more. I ignore it some more and try to go back to sleep. THEN, someone rings the doorbell and begins pounding on the door.
I get out of bed, pull on some pants to make myself semi-decent and stagger downstairs, thinking to myself, "Somebody better be fucking dead!"
Well, someone was dead. The church next door (my landlords) were having a funeral and they needed me to move my car. Okay.
I couldn't go back to sleep after that. I tried, I really, really tried.
I am so tired right now I think I'm going to drop face first onto the keyboard.
Blah. And did I mention BLAH?!
