It’s been flooding rain since sometime last night. The only thing worse than having to get out of bed on a rainy day is having to get out of bed early on a rainy day. Friday is the one day of the week I have to be at work at 8:00 AM, and the only morning I wake to the sound of an alarm clock. And while all you T.G.I.F.’ers are singing in the shower, I am crying the Monday blues. Having off Wednesdays and Thursdays makes for a wonderful midweek, but it also makes it all that much harder to punch that time clock come Friday.
Yes, I know what you are thinking, Boo freakin’ hoo…at least I have a part time job, and for that, I am luckier than some. (Then again, you haven’t experienced my workplace.) And yes, I agree, I have little room to complain about my schedule. And normally I wouldn’t even bring it up.
But today was harder than most. Lily woke at two in the morning, crying for me to take her to the bathroom. When I picked her up, her skin was hot to the touch and I knew what that meant…fever. I took her temperature…99.1, which isn’t actually considered fever, so I tucked her into my bed so I could monitor her.
So every five minutes, I would start to doze and wake myself up to check and make sure she was okay. By 2:30 she had risen to 100.1, and I knew it was only going to get higher, so I gave her some Tylenol. Another hour later, she was cool to the touch and I finally fell asleep, only to keep waking for fear of missing the alarm.
I must have woken every half an hour until 5:30 when I finally reached over and shut the thing off, because now I was simply too tired to be woken at 6:00. It makes no sense, but to me at the time, it was perfectly reasonable.
And so I slept until 7:00, stumbled to the coffee maker and into the shower. On Fridays, I only work until 11:45, so Jean-Marc stayed home with her for the first half of the day and I was on the afternoon shift. By the time I made it to work it was 8:30, so I had a big three hour work day and it all seemed barely worth the trouble of getting out of my p.j.’s…
At least Friday is payday. And Lily is fine other than her fever, which last peaked around noon, JM gave her Motrin…that is about to wear off, so we will see if her temp. goes up again.
Hoping to go to bed early and wake up to T.G.I.S.
