I am SOOOO fed up with Porter and his non sleeping in schedule.
Every mother freaking morning this kid is in my room between 4:45am and 5:30am. And he's returned to bed. Only to come back every 10-15 minutes until 6:30 or 7am.
Which leaves him INCREDIBLY whiny all morning, and even after nap he's near unbearable. Last night he ASKED to go to bed at 6:30pm. I put him in bed at 7, and he was up this morning at 5am.
Today is our Friday together. I usually look forward to Fridays with him as I think of those as our day. Well, all he's done today is whine and be naughty and act like a brat and all I've done is yell and scream at him. I have ZERO patience with him lately with all his whining.
And then my lovely husband (Cass, I'm coming up with an abbreviation for my hubby like you FH... maybe SH... Sweet Husband... Snoring Husband... Silly Husband.... Slacker Husband... Shit-Head Husband... Hmm... somehow I know which ones he'll end up being most of the time) calls to ask how my day was going (Sweet Husband). Then he TELLS me (in a very demeaning tone, mind you) that I *NEED* to go to Secretary of State and get our vehicle tags after Porter's doctors apptointment. I said NO. He says (very slowly like I"m a hard of hearing 80 year old or maybe a 5 year old with low verbal comprehension) "You neeed to go to Secretaaarry of Staaate." (our tags on our vehicles expire on Sunday). So I blow up. "You have had ALL WEEK to go get those tags ON YOUR OWN BY YOUR SELF. I am NOT about to go stand in line this morning with a WHINY TWO YEAR OLD because YOU can't remember do run YOUR OWN ERRANDS! YOU can go after you get home from work and YOU can take Porter with YOU!"
What an SH.
So... 1:30 can't come soon enough. What is 1:30? I'm getting the hell out of dodge with 8 other girls and we're scrapbooking until midnight and I'm not going to think one thing of being gone for 10 hours. Because if I have to stay in this house with this whiny kid one minute past 1:30 I might just go insane.