The most horrible thing happened to me last night. I ran out of Tylenol #3s. They’re still barely taking the edge off, but apparently it was a BIG edge!
Stick with me. I have a story about that coworker too.
Yesterday? I slept all day. Like all day. As in 9:30am to 7:30pm kind of all day. At 9pm? I was still tired (and nauseous from all the drugs and all the not eating anything but pudding) and headed to bed for another hour before heading to work. I’d taken my last T3 at 7pm when I woke up.
I lasted two hours at work. My job involves a lot of talking. Talking is murder on a recently tonsil-free throat. Especially when you’ve run out of T3s. I went home at 1:15am when I started seeing stars and foaming at the mouth.
By 1:30am I was in my bed again. I slept until 7:30am. If I do my math correctly, that’s 17 hours of sleep in a 22-hour period. Noah said that I’m not allowed to mention the word “tired” for a week.
Before heading home, that coworker I’ve talked about before asked me (and the other girls I work with) an all-important question. What would you if you came home to find you husband in bed with another woman?
Ya know, that’s a tough one. Luckily, we made these things called “vows” when we got married. Add that to the fact that I trust him, and I don’t really have to think about a question like that. It really never crosses my mind.
I informed said coworker that there often is a girl in my husband’s bed when I get home. If she’s not in there, there’s usually evidence that she has been there. She usually leaves books in there. Sometimes a blanket or a soother. I even believe him when he says that he didn’t even know she was there. I’m okay with it. Mr. Coworker wasn’t satisfied with my answer. I was okay with that too.
Today? Things are looking up.
(1) I saw my doctor this morning and she gave me a prescription for more T3s and said that everything was healing nicely. (YES!) (2) My supervisor at work called this morning to confirm my new hours. Huge blessing! I work only while Kaylie’s in school. 9am-3pm. I can drop her off on my way to work, and pick her up on my way home. I’m going from 40 hours per week to 30, giving me more time at home (which is financially do-able now that Noah’s working again). AND, because Noah’s hours work with mine, we still avoid putting Liliana in daycare. How perfect is that? My (super fantastic) supervisor asked me when I wanted to work, and I told her. She said it was totally doable. This is awesome for so many reasons. And it is proof that God is GOOD and that prayer WORKS!
I’m so stoked to actually sleep at night, to be awake to make my kids dinner and put them to bed every night, to have normal person hours, and to not be the Grumpasaurusrex that I’ve been for the last couple
years months weeks.
Have you noticed that Liliana’s hair has been growing LIKE MAD? Noah and I really noticed her lack of baldness in her birthday video. (She was bald for a LONG TIME!) I’ve been trying to make her look less like a homeless child by actually doing her hair as of late. She’s not a huge fan, but I’m going to try do it every morning. I know it’s not a huge deal, since she’s only 2 and doesn’t exactly have a huge social life, but her Daddy likes her piggy tails.
Pretty cute, no? They usually don’t last past lunch, but we like them while they last.
Alrighty, I’m done with the lameness now
and promise to never make you read a lame post again.
Y’all have a good weekend!