The centre of the universe

This scene takes place 7:45am this morning, we overslept and kiddo has a dentist appointment at 8:30. husband is in the shower, kiddo and I are in the kitchen.

Kiddo: I don’t want milk on my cereal.

Me: K (turning on the coffee perk, making sandwiches for lunch, grabbing and slicing fruit, dumping Cheerios into bowls, I start to pour milk into 2 of the 3 bowls)

Kiddo: Mom I said I don’t want milk!

Me: Umm this isn't yours, this one is your fadders and this one is mine. We have to eat breakfast too.

Kiddo: (grabbing the third bowl off the kitchen counter) Oh. I thought you were ruining my cereal.

Me: Wow! What do you think, the whole world revolves around you?

Kiddo: Um, no. The earth revolves around the world, but you and dad revolve around me.

YIKES! So this is what happens when you promise your pre-teen an omlette for breakfast, then sleep in and force her to eat cold cereal.

Baygirl VS the Universe

When you wake up and discover that you hit snooze one too many times, and there is no soy milk for your cereal, its a sign the Universe is telling you to crawl back in bed. But since I listen to the Universe about as well as I listen to husband I gave the Universe the finger and went on about my day. (I'm harcore that way.)

You know what happens when you give the Universe the bird? It finger flicks you right back in the forehead, 10 times harder!


An 8:00 parent/teacher meeting on a Monday morning to discuss kiddo's IEP means I could only hit snooze button twice. Stagger out to the kitchen to start the coffee perk, and there is only decaf (how did that happen).

With sleep caked in my eyes I turn on the shower and accidentally grab the body wash instead of shampoo. (my hair smells great, but looks like it wasn't washed in a month)

Open up the back door to discover that high winds have blown an entire side of my fence into the neighbor's yard. (waiting on the contractor now)

Construction on the roads downtown, meant I needed to take a crazy detour on the way to drive husband off at work. (where is my coffee?)

Get home and realize that I forgot to put the dog out, and there is a fresh puddle by the door!

Its not even 10 am yet! I can't wait to see what the rest of the day brings me; class this afternoon and clinic until 8pm, with a crazy hard pathophysiology test tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry Universe, you win. (I take back my hardcore status.)

Are you sure it wasn't you?

So today was an extraordinarily long day, anatomy followed by pathophysiology and then clinic. I happened into a mid snooze, when the girl sitting next to me starts poking me in the leg, startled I say "did you know a jelly fish is 95% water?" WHAT? Either I've watched too much TV in my life, read to my Uncle John's bathroom readers or just draw your own conclusion...but I'll tell ya, I was TIRED.

I have a snorey (is that even a word) husband. He snores a lot. Now, I know this is a pretty common complaint for wives and girlfriends, but I'm just not 100% sure its the snoring that bothers me the most. Sure it disturbs my sleep, like last night, and it leads me to fall asleep in random places and blurt out the oddest of statement. But. if it were the snoring, I could gently jab him in the ribs with my elbow and tell him to roll over. Nope, too easy. The issue I have is that he refuses to believe he snores! Whenever I make a swing at him to tell him, he awakes with a start and says, “I wasn’t even sleeping! How could I be snoring?!?”

So I know there are times I wake up from a dream confused. But, there is no confusing the noise that comes out of my husband: it’s snoring. It’s bad! No matter how many times I wake up grumpy because of the freight truck roaring through our room, he still denies it. ”But I don’t snore!” "I might talk in my sleep, but I definitely don't snore." Even worse than him denying it, and this is what he pulled last night, causing me to fume for another 30 minutes after he fell back to sleep... “Are you sure you weren't the one snoring?”