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Forgot to post today, and it's almost bedtime. I am 2000% done with today anyway. There were two days last week during which I got less than two hours' sleep, and the other days I got six hours or less sleep. That's roughly 28 hours of sleep over the past seven days.
So, yes, done. So very done.
I spent the morning alone with Bean, who was not exactly on his best behaviour, so even though I love him to death, it was very wearing chasing after him and having him fight me on everything that didn't entail letting him do exactly as he pleased. I am totally the worst person ever for not letting him snatch knives off the counter, jump on the stairs with his eyes closed, and shove my cup of boiling hot coffee aside because it was "in his way" (i.e. on the table right next to my computer, well away from all the places he'd been previously playing but in a spot he decided he needed to play right then and there). The theme of the entire morning was that I was not Mama, was a shitty substitute for Mama, was generally an awful person, and why wasn't Mama home and when was Mama coming back?
He then refused to give me a hug and kiss goodbye before I left for work, because he didn't want to get off the sofa where he was watching TV. He grudgingly allowed me to go to him and give him a hug and kiss, but didn't actually look away from the TV while this happened. I felt really special, let me tell you.
I skipped dinner tonight so I wouldn't have to interact with my landlords, that's how done I am. On top of that there was driving and grocery shopping and *shudder* Walmart. Long story short, I am done. Also? Done.
I am going to bed, and hopefully this week will be less shitty than last week.
So, yes, done. So very done.
I spent the morning alone with Bean, who was not exactly on his best behaviour, so even though I love him to death, it was very wearing chasing after him and having him fight me on everything that didn't entail letting him do exactly as he pleased. I am totally the worst person ever for not letting him snatch knives off the counter, jump on the stairs with his eyes closed, and shove my cup of boiling hot coffee aside because it was "in his way" (i.e. on the table right next to my computer, well away from all the places he'd been previously playing but in a spot he decided he needed to play right then and there). The theme of the entire morning was that I was not Mama, was a shitty substitute for Mama, was generally an awful person, and why wasn't Mama home and when was Mama coming back?
He then refused to give me a hug and kiss goodbye before I left for work, because he didn't want to get off the sofa where he was watching TV. He grudgingly allowed me to go to him and give him a hug and kiss, but didn't actually look away from the TV while this happened. I felt really special, let me tell you.
I skipped dinner tonight so I wouldn't have to interact with my landlords, that's how done I am. On top of that there was driving and grocery shopping and *shudder* Walmart. Long story short, I am done. Also? Done.
I am going to bed, and hopefully this week will be less shitty than last week.