The second worst way to wake up.

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I was awoken this morning in what I would have called pre-child-having the worst way to wake up, but now that I have a kid I know that the WORST way to wake up is to surprise vomit or other bodily fluids. So this is now ranked second, but it’s still awful. Namely, I woke up with a horrible Charley Horse in my calf.

I get them sometimes. Most people do. I got them more often when I was a teenager. Once, the searing pain woke me and I lashed my leg out, slamming my foot against the poured concrete wall of the room I was sleeping in, nearly breaking bones in my foot. Another time I literally woke up screaming, which alarmed Nesko to no end because I wasn’t fully awake and could just kind of roar incoherently at him and he thought my appendix was exploding or something. Good times!

This morning’s wasn’t horrifically bad, and I’m pretty sure it was caused by the fact that the temperature dropped over night and my leg was sticking out from under the cozy covers and the muscle got chilled and them cramped. I stretched it out a bit and was able to fall back asleep and it feels pretty ok now.

Once I had a limp for two days from the strength of the cramp. What the helllll, body.

We’ve been doing lots of drawing and coloring around here lately, and I’m going to go now and help Niko create a gallery wall in the living room of his dinosaur masterpieces.

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I always wanted a swimming pool in my living room!

I was getting a jump on dinner, which includes a sauce that needs to simmer for multiple hours, when Niko hotfooted it into the kitchen with no pants on, demanding my help. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS I demanded back and it turns out that when he said he had an accident he didn’t mean the bodily fluids kind but the full glass of water kind. All over the floor. And the external hard drive, ha ha ha! Ughhh.

It took me twenty minutes and three towels to clean this water up, and I had to wedge my fat self in between the couch and the wall to get the water up… off of our hundred year old hard wood floors. Niko hung all his colored dinosaur pictures up on the wall in the living room, and one of them got splashed and soaked. Markers, when wet, bleed ink all OVER the place. At least my laptop didn’t get wet.

Niko was dismayed at the accident, and get upset when I used a stern voice. “You can’t be angry at me!” he scolded “It was an accident!” I want him to always feel he can come to me, that no mistake is so big or horrible that he can’t turn to me for help. But Jesus Fuck he is four years old, when will he stop butterfingering glasses of water onto the floor? I’m very frustrated, especially about the external hard drive. I hope it withstood its tumble to the floor. There’s some photos on there that don’t exist anywhere else.

Focusing on the positive, he helped me out today by cleaning all of his toys out of the dining room and then helping me dust in there. Helpful!

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