Orionnnnn come homeeeee

Orion gets in around 8ish tonight..and holy crap I can't wait.

I'm tired. No, I'm exhausted. Calix decided to throw one of the worst tantrums I have *ever* seen in my life a mere 30 minutes after getting out of bed this morning. He went straight back to his room where he sat and *screamed* for a good 20 minutes or so..until I went in and explained to him why he was there (I don't know why I do this..it's not like he understands) and that if he couldn't be a good boy, he'd go right back to bed.

It's not like that's the only reason why I'm exhausted. The kid's been testing my patience all week..and really, I just feel like crying. Or running away. Why me? What'd I ever do to get such a... rambunctious child?

I suppose it also doesn't help that I haven't had a good night's sleep all week. I was planning on one last night..but? 5 in the AM..the phone rang. THE PHONE! So I was like "oh shit..what's wrong?", right? and I look atthe caller ID. It's. A. Fucking. Telemarketer. No bull. So I ignored it..and went back to my bed. It rang again. Same number. I picked up..said "hello?" and NO ONE. NO ONE SAID ANYTHING! Of course I went back to bed fuming..thinking of all of the things I should have said like "is someone I love dearly bleeding, on fire..or dead? If not..don't you ever fucking call here this early again!". Stupid, really..but geeze..it's not like I live on the west coast and my 5AM is their 8AM. No..I live on the east coast (well..not coast..but we're EST.) so my 5AM is also their 5AM. Bitches!

My eyes like..burn. Maybe I'll try to get a bit of sleep while Calix is taking his morning nap. And maybe when we both wake up, we'll be the happy people we usually are.