why does it always happen

Not freaking out here.  I swear.  Just baffled at my luck.

I've got a story due tomorrow.

It's mostly done but I wanted to finish it last night.  So at 10:30 I went into my room to write.  But I had 2 baskets of laundry to put away so I figured since I make the kids work before play I better get them put up.  That took a bit.  I wrote a few pages but realized I was so freaking tired I could barely think straight.  I kept zoning out and find myself just staring at a point on the page but not writing.

I finally gave up and started washing up for bed.  Climbed in around midnight and went right to sleep.  Figured if I got a good night's sleep (unlike the going to bed at 2am and being woken at 8am...not doing well with the 6 hours of sleep).  But of course my life is never that easy.

Jack woke me twice last night.  Once around 3am and once at 5am.  He went back to sleep on his own but he whined for 10 minutes each time which woke me up.  Ugh.  Then he decided to get up at 6:45am.  Geesh.  So even though I went to bed early I still only got about 6 hours of sleep.

On top of that I get up with him to find my husband called off of work because his back is hurting so he's home and the TV is on and my eyes are burning so I can't write.  Oy.  Why!

I really wanted to finish this challenge.  I like the story I came up with but it's running really long.  I know I can finish it but I'm going to have to take a nap and that cuts into the hours I can be doing other stuff (still have to clean the kitchen, there's cooking dinner, we need to run to the grocery store).  Limited hours in the day.

Very frustrated right now.  I'm still hoping to have it done by tonight so I can polish it up and post it tomorrow (it's not due until 9pm my time so I have most of tomorrow to finish it, too).  And I still have to edit my friendathon story.  That's going to need to be posted soon.

I'm frustrated with myself, too, because I keep getting distracted with things when I know I should be working.  Naughty me.  :)  Must avoid games on my phone.

so sad

I was in the middle of making dinner when the kids came running in to say the police were out front.  My husband went to see what was going on and after I washed my hands I went out there.

There were three squad cars parked across the street and they were talking to the lady that lives across from us (they rent from the same landlady and have only lived here since like December--I don't know them, though).  She had her baby and they were talking to her.  I told the kids to quit staring and went back in to finish prepping dinner.

My husband came in and said that it must be something with the baby because an ambulance and fire truck pulled up and they were looking at the baby.  We didn't know what was going on but I didn't want to be nosy.  Another squad car pulled up (making that 4 cop cars, an ambulance and a fire truck with like 7 cops and 3 EMTs and the firefighters) all talking to the mom and looking at the baby.  They seemed fine.  The baby wasn't crying, the mom seemed calm.

I went out to fix the sprinkler and just after I came in the kids came running back in yelling that it was the dad.  I guess the cops went in and hauled her husband out kicking and screaming and handcuffed him.  They were trying to stuff him in the squad car when I went back out there.

So, I assume he hurt the baby.  That just makes me so sad.  I kind of figured domestic abuse.  That's the most common call around here but to find out it's against the baby is just... so horrible.  The baby (I believe it's a boy) can't be more than 8 months old.  He's huge, though.  Looks like he's as big as Jack but I've seen him in his carseat and he looks younger than 12 months.

They also have two other kids who are about 2 and 3 1/2-4 years old.  I didn't see them through this whole thing.

They're a young couple, not unlike me and my husband when we first started out.  We were 23 when we got married.  By the time we were 26 we had three kids. 

Just sad.  I guess the baby was okay because the EMTs left without taking the baby.