Who's Grumpy Now?

As if you couldn't guess, since I'm writing this.

Oh. Well....wait. My whole family has a history of the grumpies, so we would all be fair game for this title.

But today, it's me. And grumpy is putting it kindly.

Sara has been sick since Tuesday. I've done my best to deal with not being able to do all the things I needed to do - like work out, grocery shopping, public appearances (hahaha, I accidentally typed pubic first..and wouldn't that have changed the meaning if I hadn't proofread!), work out, general errands, work out, and of course we can't forget work out. I'm in the middle of a fitness challenge and trying to start one of my own and I need to be working out. Weigh in this week is going to bite. I can feel all the undone things piling up and that makes me anxious and jittery. On top of that, I was counting on this to be a heavy cardio week because that muscle in my back that I've tweaked is getting worse instead of better. I'd love to go to the doctor (which should tell you RIGHT THERE how much it's bothering me), but I can't because......you can't bring kids with you to the appointment.

Grumpity grumpity grump

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I have been trying to do P90X dvds but Sara is having none of that. And I'm giving in because I am so very tired of the whining and being worried about stepping on her since she literally will crawl underneath me and then lie down. WTH?!?! Do you not understand that my enormo clown feet will squash you like a bug? Much worse if I actually land on you, child. Good grief.

Last night I was so desperate that I hired a baby sitter so I could go to Zumba. That was an expensive Zumba class, which just added to my general grumpiness. Usually, Zumba fixes what ails me. Yesterday, not so much. So I was still grumpy when I got home and when I went to bed.

Then Sara shows up in my bed for the fourth time this week. I get that she's been feeling horrible. I'm willing to cut her some slack. But last night she just sat up in the bed and whined and cried. Not really a true cry, just a whimpery 'ehhhh-hhhhhhheeehhhhhh' which means she want attention. And for me not to sleep because she is not sleeping.  And this went on for hours. 

I was not kind. I remember yelling at her around 4 a.m. and then coming downstairs to sleep on the couch. I'm pretty sure I dropped an curse word or two. Yeah, it was bad. No, not the f-bomb.

I haven't gotten much sleep lately, which is never a good thing for my attitude. And she mopes around all day and wants to be in my lap or attached to my leg until it's time to get Tucker from the bus stop and then she's fine. Last night when I told her that the babysitter was coming, she cried because she wanted to go to the Y with me. I tried explaining that since she was sick, I couldn't take her with me and she just freaked out.

I. need. a. break.

So I was determined that she go to school today. Like it or not. But since she's been up all night, she's super tired and super whiny and complaining that her tummy and head hurt. And I honestly have no idea if there's something actually wrong, or if Sara is just being more dramatic than usual. I mean, really, how does one tell these things? She's a very good actress.

If I were well rested, or even sort of rested, I'm sure I could look at this objectively and figure out a solution that we could both live with.

However, I am most certainly not well rested. I am not looking at this objectively. And my solution sucks. She's home from school. AGAIN. And sleeping on the floor by my feet, having thrown a massive tantrum because I wouldn't let her walk out to the bus stop this morning because if she's too sick to go to school, then she's too sick to walk to the bus stop. Of course, when I came back in, she was sound asleep.

Are you freaking kidding me? As soon as I finish this blog post, I am waking her butt up and we are going to the commissary, Sam's, and the 14 other places I need to go. Except for the gym, becasue I can't take her to the child care area if she's home sick from school.

Sigh.

This just sucks.