30th
What is she thinking?
It’s 730pm on a Tuesday night. I’ve just gotten off from work a few minutes ago and am resting in my room. James should be well on his way into the bath now and winding down for bed. Except-no-Katherine decided to blast the music from the stereo in the kitchen (and presumably get him riled up)! I can hear it clear as day upstairs. And by upstairs, I’m talking the third floor. That’s an entire seperate floor between the kitchen and my bedroom. Hey, thanks Kath!
This is on the heels of her somehow setting the stereo so that it goes off around midnight every night at an unspeakable volume. Of course, she’s literally sound asleep at that time—leaving someone else to deal with it. Oh, wait, that someone else would be…me. Even Leo thinks it’s ridiculous. He would never say something, though, because he’s, well, a pushover. “Yes, honey.”
Did I mention she’s on her cell phone every other minute at home? If you want to spend extra time with your child, call your friends later. (Okay, okay, now I’m just nitpicking.)
Sorry. I’m a little riled up because I was just told I’m needed to work 9am-9pm on New Years Day. Just, as in, one day before New Years. And the whole time it’s “you really should go out and party New Years Eve blah blah blah fucking blah”. Ummm oh you’re going to feel like shit? I know (but I don’t care).
The thing is—Leo doesn’t have to leave for work until 11 pm on the 1st, and he has off the day before. I completely understand he needs to sleep before his shift…but why does he need to sleep again from 9am-10pm? I have an idea—he could actually be a responsible adult and go to sleep at a decent time on NYE…say 1 or 2am, sleep until the baby wakes up around 730am, and then you know sleep “only” something like 8 hours. That calculates to be from about 2pm-10pm, meaning I would only have to work from 2pm-9pm. Hell—I’d even be happy making it noon just for shits and giggles.
This happens all the time. I watch baby while Leo gets extra sleep. *I* would also love some extra sleep you know. And I don’t mean just when baby’s down for a nap. Often, Scott stays up watching tv until 3am just for the hell of it, and then ‘needs’ to sleep until 11—so I’m scheduled from 630 am to noon. Well, I probably went to bed no sooner than midnight myself, being a normal 22 year old and all.
It’s called sacrifice, people. Something you do when you choose to start a family while having a career. Why do I seem to be the only one who gets this?
End of rant. Maybe. For now.
