Rough Night

After a long day of headache, dizziness, and slight nausea brought on by dizziness came a long night. Here's the sitch:

My mom came over to rehaul the girls' room and an upstairs hall closet. THANKS MOM! We put all the hall closet storage into the girl's closet, then blocked their closet with a bed. In fact, both beds were moved around in the room. Then, we turned the hall closet into the girls' clothes closet. I can't even explain the uselessness of the closet in their room, so, if I don't want to keep all their clothes in my room forever (which is where they are and where I don't want them to be forever), this is a great option. The hall closets are huge. So, most of that time I spent laying down, sometimes elevating my legs, and eating protein while Mom worked.

When Charlotte got home from school, she was, of course, thrilled with her new room. Too bad I had crushing news: we were sorting and getting rid of many of her beloved stuffed animals. We had so so many, and it was ridiculous. The weeding out process:

"Okay everyone, grab all the puppies and put them on the floor. All the puppies, come on. No, not your bigpuppies, you can keep those (see how generous I am?). Okay, each of you can pick three."

This is where whimpering and crying comes in. There's a lot of, "But I love this one, too! I love them all, Momma, I don't want to!" Little did they know. I let them pick two kitties, but after that, just one of everything else: bunnies, dollies, weird leftovers like the tree frog, the turtle, the macaw. They started breaking down as we got to the end. If they couldn't give up something or another, they could trade it in for a toy they had already picked.

So, they were really doing pretty well. Minor tears. Helping me toss the rejects out into the hall. Discussions about the children who don't have as much as they do, and how we get to share and help. Blah blah blah. It all hit the fan when I started bagging those suckers up. I mean, they let loose. Wailing, sobbing, commiserating about how they won't live without the thousands of fluffballs in the hall. My mom had to come back from heading downstairs to try and help. She said, "Girls, if you don't stop I'm going to start crying!" It was that bad. I took the castoffs downstairs in a black trash bag, and the girls stayed in their room trying to talk each other into a better place.

That was the day. Kids recover pretty quickly (although a tearful Charlotte came up to me later and told me she will never forget those little guys.) After the hoopla, Gabe and I took a nap. I didn't wake up until seven, which totally screwed my evening plans. Andy was out of town, and I really wanted them to be in bed at seven. Well, I ordered pizza, I read scriptures, had prayers, read stories, sang, tucked in, and lights out at 8:30. And the ruckus began. I understand that being in a "new" room is exciting to tiny tots. They really weren't falling asleep. I went up a couple of times. I shouted up a couple of times. There were potty breaks and drinks of water. I was losing it.

When Andy is gone, I don't go to bed until everyone is well asleep. That would be 2 am this time, people. Yeah, I caught Claire sneaking around downstairs. ARGH! The result is that...

I woke up a 8am, the time kindergarten starts. Lucky for me, I had no real intentions of taking Charlotte to school. But the nurse left a message - they like the parents to let them know that their child is home. So, I called back.

Nurse - "Thank you for calling back. I hope Charlotte is feeling well."
Me - "She's fine. I'm sick."
Nurse - "I'm sorry to hear that!"
Me - "Me too. She's up there playing and I'm down here suffering. And that's exactly what I'll be putting on her note."

Fortunately, she laughed. I am actually not dizzy today, and my head is less painful (makes me sorry for you Lori), but it isn't worth taking her late. We will go get milk and toilet paper since the world can't go 'round without them, and then we'll survive until Andy gets home tonight.

And TONIGHT my show comes on, and he'll have full kid duty, so hurray! End in sight!

OH! I forgot the other thing which was keeping me up. It was a smell. It smelled yeasty, like bread dough. Which we have none of. I hunted and hunted. I lit a candle but started getting paranoid that the smell meant something bad was going on, so I blew it out. I took out all the trash and did the dishes (that's big, y'all), and I never found it. But I dreamed about it. And I dreamed that the dishes in the dishwasher kept coming out dirtier and dirtier everytime I washed them. Talk about a nightmare! It beats the one I had two nights ago where a lady in leather shot me full of bullets with a machine gun while I was laying on a driveway.