Growling

I have been thinking of mother lionesses lately, specifically the way they will growl and take a swat at their own cubs whenever the cubs are being particularly annoying.  The feline version of, "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it."

This week hasn't been so great.  There was the unexpected Monday, followed on Tuesday with me waking up with the adult-version of M's croup from last week.  Feeling tired, with my head all stuffy and my Brenda Vaccaro voice.  And no sick days to take.

Yesterday was day-long rain, which we desperately needed but which makes the kids go a little bonkers.  In the afternoon, N was being a complete shit, so I made her take a nap.  Her mood was MUCH improved the rest of the day, but then she didn't want to go to sleep until 10:00.

And she was up this morning at 6:30, asking me for help, getting snippy when I refused and then proceeding to wake up G for which I could have totally kicked her in the ass.  Did I mention I am feeling yucky?  And I'm already sleep-deprived from night-nursing?  Can you guess who my most unfavorite daughter was this morning at 6:30?

AND then today, just like Monday afternoon, I spend 2+ hours on the phone with surgery schedulers, billing department workers, and insurance customer service representatives, trying to figure out which hospital/surgery center we are in network at and how much of G's college fund will have to pay for this ear-tube surgery.  Seriously, whom do I have to fuck to get a straight answer about what our benefits are and which doctors are in network????

Add to this my latent anxiety that N or G will get sick before we head out next week for a short family trip.

Hence my internal lioness, ready to rip the hide of just about anyone who dares mess with me.