Life is just killing me right now.
I keep seeing all of the ‘Thankful’ posts on FB and I know
I should be counting my blessings, but damn…
It’s been a hard week. I haven’t slept well at all. On Monday night the winds were a’howling. On Tuesday night I was so sleepy from being up the night before, yet I could not. go. to. sleep. I was just about to drift off when the chirping started. I started hearing a chirp from the fire alarm in the upstairs hall like it does when the battery is dying.
For awhile I was afraid I was imagining it, I was so tired.
Yet there it was. Every few minutes or so.
I put the pillow over my head.
shit, fuck and damn.
At 12:55 a.m. I was googling on my phone
“how to stop a chirping alarm”
I finally pulled a child’s desk chair out of Merlot’s room,
said a prayer to Jesus
and climbed my Valley of the Dolls Xanaxed ass up there
to try and get it down.
Plus it was really cold in the house.
After a few wobbly minutes I got it unhinged and got back in bed.
I didn’t hear it again but damn it was cold in there.
I slept off and on until the alarm went off at 5:45 a.m.
Thermostat said 60 degrees in the internal hallway
which was the warmest place in the house.
Shit fuck and damn
the heat had quit me too.
Merlot had reminded me I promised to drive on her field trip.
It was about light refractory and was the worst field trip in the history of the world.
I think I slept for a full 7 minutes of it because it was warm and there was no chirping.
I also have work stress from my job.
Just life crap, we all have it.
I know I should be counting my blessings.
I’m thankful as hell.
My kids are all well and the heat is fixed.
But, unfortunately no one has heard the chirping but me.
I’m afraid I’m finally going ’round the bend, y’all.
But, my lovah is coming for the weekend
and he promises lots of love therapy and that he will
for sure hear the chirping (even if he makes it up.)
He’s a good man.
I’m thankful for him.
Déjà Vow says
One thing about Facebook. Don’t compare your insides to someone else’s outsides. EVERYONE has a face they present to the world. Doesn’t mean it’s real.
Cuckoo Mamma says
Ain’t that the truth!