One of *those* days

Did you ever have the feeling that some days are better (or worse) than others? Today has been one of those days you don't want to repeat too often. It started with my daughter throwing up in my bed late last night. It appears the sassy little kid caught some stomach bug. She had been complaining about a headache for a few days, but had otherwise been in good spirits. I keep hoping that at some point she will figure out that she shouldn't just heave all over, but that instead she should get herself to the bathroom or a bucket. Happily she doesn't get too upset about heaving--me, I am miserable if I have thrown up. So while spending the day wiping up you know what, and playing nurse to my green kid, I have been debating about calling the endodontist. My recently root canalled tooth doesn't feel that great and I don't know if I should be concerned. Such fun! Since I had such a full night's sleep last night (heh!), and I am not really feeling 100% I decided to go to bed early tonight. Mimi and I climbed into her bed since my bed was stripped last night due to her getting sick all over it, and we quickly fell asleep. Ah, sleep a chance to dream and restore our aching bodies to health! Alas, my crazy neighbor had other plans for me and so I woke up to screaming expletives and other niceties. I hope you are ready for a rant...

I live on a floor that has been inhabited by several individuals that are mentally compromised. They shuffle around, act odd and otherwise make living life in this building really strange. All of these characters live on my floor. How lucky is that? In general, they haven't been a bad lot. That was until my next door neighbor showed up. As luck would have it, his bedroom and my daughter's bedroom share a wall. This wouldn't be such an issue, except for that fact that he is obssessed with, uhm, self-gratification and screaming obscenities. Tonight's phrases du jour was "you booger", and "that bitch can sit on my face", coupled with "f#ck you, a$$hole". Over and over and over again. Interestingly he does this between the hours of 1 and 5 am, rather than other times of the day that wouldn't make such an impact on our lives. Hey, he doesn't work for a living so he can operate on whatever schedule works best for him.

My lovely neighbor is the reason why my daughter was in my bed last night when she got sick. She hasn't slept in her bed for months because of this charming fellow. For a while I was sleeping in her bed, but I couldn't sleep through his "routine." I should have just made my bed tonight, but I guess I had forgotten how much fun it was to be woken up by him. Tonight I just wanted it to stop, and against my better judgement (he stands well over 6 feet tall and probably outweighs me by at least 100 pounds) I knocked on his door. He wouldn't answer the door. At least my daughter was able to sleep through his antics tonight.

The apartment management office for this building is useless. Although they have been made aware of my screaming neighbor they have done nothing to resolve it. This is merely in keeping with their typical modus operandi. I was without a working fridge for nearly a year and a half with a toddler. I wasted so much money on food that was never eaten. Their lacky repairman told me I put the food in the fridge incorrectly. I finally got smart and graphed the temperature fluctuations. They begrudgingnly gave me a fridge dating from the 1970s that they had taken out of another apt. I warned you about the rant...