Miss V has decided that she really doesn't need to sleep at all during the day. And she has several willing accomplices in her efforts to drive me mad. She will not fall asleep on her own and she doesn't self-soothe (I'm not going to let her cry it out, so don't even suggest it). So every nap time I nurse her until she falls asleep, and I hold her for at least 15 minutes. I then attempt to put her down, either in her crib or on the bed. 4 out of 5 times she wakes up within 10 minutes, but hey, at least she gets that solid 10 minute nap! But she's had two special days this week, the first was Thursday, where four times I just got her to sleep and put down and the phone rang. FOUR! It was a curse, and I was cursing, and I'm not even going to try to figure out how much of my day was wasted trying to get this child to sleep. Needless to say the people who called were greeted by a less-than-happy Corey. The icing on the cake was the fifth time I tried, the doorbell rang. On days that aren't the sleeping day from hell, our cat has taken to wandering around howling to make sure the baby wakes up in a timely fashion. Last weekend I left her in the room accidentally, so she howled into the baby monitor, scaring the bejesus out of me and of course, waking the baby. At that point I started calling her stew.
Monday night Victoria decided she didn't want to sleep at all. Normally I could handle this, but unfortunately I came down with chills, a horrible headache, a backache and a temperature over 101, the pain was so bad that I could not sleep. I can't remember the last time I felt that horrible, and it was for no reason. It was not a fun night, and we missed the movie on Tuesday. I'm finally feeling better today, but it was seriously the perfect storm of making me feel like crap.
Which is a good thing because today wasn't spectacular. Well, it started okay, but this afternoon really went down the pot. It started with the sharpening guy, I heard his bell ringing and managed to catch him as he drove by. I ran out with all my knives, and had them sharpened. Not only did hubby not like the price I paid, he *freaked out* at the job the guy did. He took a huge chunk out of the base of the knives! You can no longer rock them to cut anything, as when the knife is fully on a surface, there is a good 2" gap that doesn't touch. Hubby actually chased him down and got into an argument with the guy, who claimed he didn't take any material off the knife, and offered to re-do it for another $3. That didn't sit so well with hubby, I'm sure I won't hear the end of this for a long time.
But the bit that really set me over the edge was the call I got from my credit card company notifying me that someone has helped themselves to my credit card number and has rung up a bunch of purchases, none of which I seem to have received. This all coincidentally happened within a couple of hours of my ordering a pizza on the card. I now get to deal with investigators (who of course will be calling me during the day tomorrow!) have to wait up to 10 days for a new card (screws over my paypal account) and I now have to memorize a new card number - I'm not as young as I used to be - that shit's getting harder to remember!