Warning: about to spew nothing positive at all
Ugh. I've had reservations at a restaurant that has a great new years eve bash for months now. It's at 530. Ryan called and told me he had JUST left the house at 2, and had errands to run before he could head down to Newport.
I told him about the reservations months ago, yesterday, and this afternoon. I'm so frickin' disappointed. This trip has been way more stressful than it usually is anyway and I've been on edge for the last week and a half with the snow and being cooped up with mom and now dealing with her for another 3 days. I haven't been getting much sleep, Nico's been getting extra tired/cranky from all the excitement, and between the two of them I really haven't had any down time yet. I was really looking forward to tonight, and really it is the only thing that I've actually "planned" for the whole two weeks that I've had off.
Also, Nico managed to poke me in the eye afterall. And it hurt. And I ran to the bathroom and cried into a washcloth for 15 minutes. His jabbing fingers actually pushed my lower eyelid into itself. Kind of like what the gross boys in elementary school did with their upper eyelids, except in reverse.
Finally, my mom has a "sick voice" that she uses when she wants me to think that she's sick. It's complete bullshit and I've heard her forget to use it and then catch herself and start using it again. She's been talking in it for 2 days straight and it's like fingernails on the chalkboard. I've tried to find some empathy for her in a few different ways, but the close proximity and lack of sleep is making me want to crawl out of my skin. I've been taking so many steps back that I'm just short of backing into a closet and shutting the door.
And, now he's sleeping. And I have one little moment to myself to purge my woes. Thanks!