it all started last night, actually. BC, about whom i waxed so poetically and lovingly yesterday, would not go to bed. meanwhile, BS was trying to take one of his online graduate classes, complete with headphones on. (still he could hear her scream.) in solidarity, i decided that i would stay up with him once she went to sleep. we finally got to bed around 10:30ish.

BC decided to awaken, screaming like a banshee, at 2:57 a.m. i know this because i went downstairs to check on her. “what's wrong?” i asked her, fearing g-d-knows-what.

“my covers,” she whimpered. “pull up my covers.”

i think that by the way she was shrieking, she must have been having a terrible nightmare. but in my comatose state, i was not exactly able to grasp that, so i was somewhat annoyed that i had to walk all the way downstairs for THAT. when i calmed her, i went back upstairs. neither BS nor i could sleep. he ultimately went downstairs to work on the computer, then he came upstairs, then, deciding he could not sleep, took his pillow downstairs to sleep. (a good thing, too, because everytime i nearly dozed, he would shift and wake me up.)

so the sleep-deprived awoke this morning to some pretty vicious storms. of course, BC never recalled awaking during the night and actually had the balls to say, “well, mommy, someone woke ME up this morning.” there are times i actually *do* count to ten.

so then, more mishaps. some annoyance in the portfolio department, some annoyance because of something i had said yesterday, some annoyance with everything. not to mention that our quarterly pest control service was for today (nice of them to tell me this — YESTERDAY!), and i am drinking tea that was near where the gent sprayed. (he swore that drinking it would be safe. i hope i am not poisoning myself as i type.) and then, to top it all off, i went to put my clothes in the dryer and i heard this ka-THINK ka-THINK noise. and then a burning smell. under further examination, it appears that something is in the dryer vent. i moved the dryer and took a look. hmm. do i unscrew things and check the vent out? like the good little wifey i am, i called up BS and gave him three options:

1) i can tinker with it. probably a very, very bad idea.
2) he can check it out.
3) i can call a repair guy.

he has opted for #2. but i know he is really, really pissed.

some days, i wish i could just crawl under a rock. ::sigh::