I had one of those days, and I just need to vent.

First of all the title. It's kind of a cross between a Christmas special I used to watch as a kid called A claymation Christmas (in which they mad fun of the song here we go a wassailing) and me and Charles' redefinition of waffling. I would say some time last month he got out of bed before me and I had an hour to sleep before I had to go to work. I asked him if he'd make me some waffles in about an hour to save me some time. He said he would and I went back to sleep. In an hour I got up and found no waffles. I proceeded to make my own and start eating them. I hadn't slept well that day (I work overnights), and when I am sleep deprived I get frustrated extremely easy. I show my frustration by crying. I have no idea when this started happening, but it happens now. Anyway, I started eating and the tears started pouring. A few minutes after I started my attack Charles came in. I quickly dried my tears to the best of my ability but his presence kinda made more of them pour out of my eyes. Now as I'm crying I feel so stupid. I'm crying because my boyfriend forgot to make me waffles.....who does that? To his credit he took it in stride and just held me til I calmed down. From that day on we have called crying fits for no apparent reason "waffling".

So today...I had a terrible night at work. Two of my kids were up all night screaming and carrying on. This meant I didn't get to relax or even close my eyes for a minute. I was exhausted the entire morning while we prepared them for school and I almost started balling in the kitchen after I had cleaned it. One of my girls got into the kitchen and got cream cheese all over the floor, I had to walk away. One of my co-workers cleaned up the mess for me.

On my drive home I decided it would be a good idea to stop and get my oil changed (I was almost 3000 miles overdo). It was also time for my NYS inspection, this was the main reason I decided to go despite how tired I was. For the past few years my check engine light has been going on and off. I know exactly why it does that, I need a new O2 sensor. The check engine light only comes on when its hot and humid. So that light is off all fall, winter, spring. The only time of the year I see it is in the summer. Well for the past week in NY its been 90+ and super humid. So I couldn't get the inspection done, but today! TODAY! it was 82 and not humid so I kind of had to go. I dropped my car off and walked to my house to get some sleep while all that stuff was being done. That didn't happen. My room is right next to the living room and my father doesn't know what the volume button is. I tried to sleep from 9am-1:30pm with no luck. At 1:30 my mechanic called saying my car was ready. So I got dressed and went over. Now the only good thing that happened to me to day was that my mechanic (who has a major crush on me) casually forgot to charge me for my inspection. I even pointed it out and he was like oops, too bad, have a great day.

So, I drove to Charles' house (my home away from home). On the way I decided I REALLY wanted a shrimp temura roll. So I stopped and got one at a sushi restaurant on the Newburg waterfront. I had to take money out at the atm bc they don't take credit cards for orders under $20. That was all fine and dandy. When I got home I ate my food and went up to bed. This time, I couldn't sleep because Charles wasn't there. Luckily he showed up about a half hour later. That encounter didn't end up well at first. He told me he was going to go work an extra shift at UPS that evening. Which would be fine if he hadn't done that all week. The half drowsy person I was at the time said "Well I didn't want to spend any time with you this evening anyway". To which he replied, " Well I didn't tell you to go get your oil change this morning." He left and that was it, I snapped. I cried for what felt like 20 minutes, but I think it was more like 5 minutes. Once I was composed I grabbed a cigarette and went downstairs.

I joined him outside. Apparently he had the same idea I did. We talked, I told him I was exhausted but he knew I was upset. I told him I just missed him this week. I told him he owes me some cuddles and he said he had no problem with that. The problem was, once we got back upstairs I started "waffling" again. This time I couldn't turn it off. The tears just kept coming and coming. Charles was so sweet through it all. He hugged me, and tried to make me laugh. Eventually he just slid me over to his side and rested my head on his chest and held me til I finally started falling asleep and the tears dried up. When he woke up to go to work I told him how sorry I was, that I loved him, and that the main reason for all of it was bc of my exhaustion. He just gave me a kiss and a hug and told me no more waffling. I passed back out after he left, then got up for dinner, and then started getting ready for work. Before I left I wrote Charles a note apologizing again for my crazy and that I love him.

As I was getting ready I shuffled through the money in my pocket and realized that the sushi place had only given me back $3 change instead of $13. This meant on my way to work I would have to stop off and get my money otw to work. GREAT! Well I did this....and ended up waiting 10 minutes while they scrambled calling people to find out if it was true. Eventually they gave me my money.

Charles called me after UPS, he says he still loves me and my crazy. Just not to let the waffling happen too too often. Which it doesn't. Typically it only happens when I'm severely sleep deprived or hardcore pmsing, he knows that. He also reassured me that he was all mine Sunday evening and Monday.

So, now I'm at work for the night. Hopefully tomorrow will be better!