One of Those Weeks...

Well the "cold" turned into an ear infection for Peanut. (Mine disappeared into nothingness). So that is awesome. Oh, did I mention the vomiting? Because there has been a lot of vomiting. Oh and snot. And coughing. Not a lot of sleep, though.

In fact, I am currently trying to wait out the kid while she babbles to herself in her crib. Mommy just needs you to take a nap. I mean Mommy REALLY NEEDS YOU TO NAP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

It has truly been one of those weeks that I wish was already over. Today I have laid the sleepy girl down THREE TIMES only to have the following wake her up:

1) The girl cat vomiting. Because I haven't cleaned up enough vomit this week.

2) The boy cat trying to pop open my bedroom door, no doubt so that he could vomit on my bed.

3) What sounded like a nail gun from next door (the house next door is about 11 feet away from her window, so that rocks that the new owners are gonna do some improvements.

I am not kidding at all- our street has been HGTV-home-improvement-village since I went out on maternity leave. One of our direct neighbors tore up their lawn to put in a Japanese style dirt garden. Which I am sure consumes a lot less water, but does attract a large number of cats who see it as a very large litter area. This involved many many trucks and an enormous dumpster parked in front of my house for about a month.

THEN across the street our older neighbor died and a woman who I think is his sister inherited his 1915 bungalow. A very nice place, that just needed a little bit of TLC. So, of course, she tore it down and built what appears to be exactly the same thing, except without the craftsmanship and attention to detail. Oh, and a complete lack of taste, too. Also, she actually had the temerity to ask me to move my car (as I was strapping in the baby into the car seat- TO LEAVE IN LIKE, A MINUTE) so that a workman's truck could park there. If I hadn't really had to go, I would have gotten Peanut out, flipped the bird and walked back inside. The woman hasn't even EVER introduced herself or even made any sort of apology for the dirt that lands on my car and runs into the storm drains every day, or the noise from the construction that has woken my baby up about five hundred million times (they have their workmen working 6 days a week, so even on Saturday we get woken up AT SEVEN AM).

Then, the Persian palace across the street is being worked on AGAIN, so Mr. Persia himself has to come out and SCREAM at the workers for not working hard enough for him. That guy is crazy. There is a story that I heard about him from another neighbor that may or may not be true about how when his youngest boy was a baby, he thought his wife wasn't paying enough attention to him so he HID THE BABY IN A CLOSET AND THEN ACTED LIKE THE BABY HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED. His wife called the police and then they found out that he hid the baby to teach his wife a lesson. Um, yeah, it's a fun street.

Anyhow, my mom is graduating this week with her doctorate in something. I actually don't know what it is in, because it is from a certain Christian university that (I kid you not) teaches that the world is 6000 years old in their "science" classes. So I do take that "doctorate" with a grain of salt, even though I am sure she has been working very hard even if is less academic than another college. I guess I'll be able to call her "Dr. Mom" after Friday.

Also, my grandpa from Tennessee will be in town this weekend for my mom's graduation, so he will get to see my daughter for the first time. That should be fun!

Well, I feel better now that I have vented a bit. Peanut hasn't peeped in a while, but there is now (this is, sadly, not a joke) an electric saw, two elementary school age neighbor boys, and hammering echoing down the street. I hope she's in a deep sleep. Mommy needs a nap.