More Patience Please!

It's 2:00 a.m. I'm awake now, although yawning because after a rough night with Ashley I fell asleep on the couch after putting her to bed. Hubby had to work tonight and due to my falling asleep early, I missed his arrival home from work only "waking" for a few seconds, if that, to smile at him. I'm thinking now, that I hope I remembered to tell him I love him, but I can't recall if I did. Hubby usually arrives home from work (his 2nd job, delivering pizzas) around 10:45 on the week nights when he works. Generally, I'm worn out from playing "single mom" for the night. Ashley listens to her Daddy much better than she listens to me, as I suppose I come off as a softy most of the time and when I do try to get tough, I suppose it comes across as being mostly a joke or that what I say, not necessarily is rule, but more of a suggestion for what I would like her to do (not at all the case). "Let's get your pull-up on", "no", kick kick scream scream, "I no like it". She's all 2, what can I say? I love her to pieces but there were clear moments of absolute aggravation tonight, however, I do think I was doomed from the get go with the impending arrival of AF. For some reason, will I ever learn, I also decided that I would treat her to a little sliver of chocolate pie (oh its the best), which I think contributed to the absolute meltdown that occurred as she told me she wanted to "watch Elmo Potty Time", after which time I turned it on she proceeded to run back and forth between me, the couch, the chaise lounge and bouts on the floor crying while turning it on and off, screaming "I no like it, I no like it" and "watch Elmo Potty Time". I'm not quite sure what the lapse in communication was but she was off the chain!

It's hot and steamy here in NC. It was only in the 80's today but it rained and the humidity is/was enough to melt a person. It's raining again now, something I don't think I'll complain over due to reading and hearing of the wildfires in California. Now that must be a time, an unimaginable time.

Last night we celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary with dinner from Chick-fil-a (I hadn't had it in forever cause the closest one isn't close and its sort-of a joke between Joey and I because we ended up going there on our "first date") and despite the steaming hot weather, hubby built a fire in the fireplace (doesn't it make sense to have your fireplace burning and the air conditioner on) so that I could do one of my favorite things and roast marshmallows over the fire. Don't I love him the best!

Hopefully tomorrow will be "a better day", not that this one has been truly bad, just that I'm praying to more patience. I foreseen now though that I am bound to be tired beyond belief as it seems that even if you get an early evening catnap on the couch it doesn't help to count towards the normal sleep one (well me anyways) needs at night. You think that you would get credit for your nap, but it just doesn't work out that way. I think at this point I am mostly awake and mourning over having stayed asleep after hubby came home from busting ass to make ends meet and that I failed to even have a good conversation with him all day long.

2:21 a.m. and my list of to-dos is not yet complete - I still have a lunch to make for Ashygirl for school tomorrow and I need to get my clothes together for Curves - 2 tasks that I imagine if I had to complete in the morning I'd be 2 hours late rather than my usual 15-20 minutes as getting out the door in the morning is no easy feat. Might as well understand that I'm one of those people they talk about that will be late to their own funeral. What can I say, I was doomed from birth, it's in my blood. Good night, good morning, good day to all!