Dare I speak about something personal on scrink?

I think I must. Before I pull anymore hair out, even if they are the gray hairs.

So I am creating a new category and I’m going to share it on twitter or on facebook while keeping it off the frontpage of scrink.com, at least for now.

We’ll see how it goes and if I even keep up with it.

You may or may not know I have two kids, Finnegan and Braeden, ages two and seven respectively. Both of which are going through some sort of aggressive, frustrating stage in their life during which they feel the need to either yell at me for no apparent reason, cry at the drop of the hat as if it’s their time of the month OR hug me because I’m worthy of all their love and attention.

Tonight it’s the frustrating, aggressive mood on both accounts and I’ve sent my seven-year-old up to his room. I just cannot tolerate how he talks to me. He is inexcusably disrespectful on a near regular basis these days and I’ve had it up the HERE! Now, I’m pretty short but I’m on tip toes and stretching to reach really high right now, I mean, UP TO HERE!

Meanwhile I’m not getting any sleep because Finnegan won’t sleep in his bed through the night. He gets up 3 or 4 times each night, runs into my room, flings himself up on the bed and across me and then begins sucking his thumb as if he is going to cuddle right in and sleep right there half on my head, half on my pillow and all up in my business.

Lack of sleep. Lack of wits about me. This means physically being ill. True. My immune system is at an all time low. I’ve been to the doctor three times, maybe four this month alone and am on yet another course of antibiotics. Simple sinus infection, nothing big, but it’s draining me. I’m run down, I’m exhausted and it shows in every sense of the word. I get to work and go to meetings and I kid you not at one meeting a lady actually gave me advice about putting a spoon in the freezer so that it would be cold and in the morning it would help bring down the puffy bags under my eyes. Hahahahaha, thanks unnamed lady, so glad you noticed and commented on my lack of sleep. Now let me tell you where I’ll be sticking my frozen spoon.

Where is my husband in all of this? Mostly working. He has been working 12 and 14 hour shifts on a pretty consistent basis these days. When he does have off he is tired, too. So much so that he doesn’t even come up to bed. He falls asleep on the sofa every night. This is a huge pet peeve of mine. I want my husband in bed with me at night. Sure I might be asleep when he comes up at midnight but at least when I roll over at some point he will be there snoring, I find an odd comfort in that. And yet, most nights he isn’t there…not cool.

So today I had a doctor’s appointment, he gave me oral steroids, that’ll kick some sinus infection ass! But before filling that prescription, I stopped at Whereabouts Cafe for a delicious Creme Brulée Latte ;)

Hey, if I have to go back to work the only kind of self medication which would suffice was something sweet frothy.