The Oopsie

I pissed off Sis today.

It all started last night. Late last night, to be precise. One of Boyfriend's friends didn't have time to show up today, so he decided to show up one day earlier. I was slightly skeptical, since both Boyfriend and me had to get up at eight the next day, but usually we manage.

Not this time.

I went to bed between midnight and one. The boys were watching a very hilarious movie. With a lot of shouting. A very long movie. I was still awake at three, at which point my body demanded I feed it before I was allowed to sleep.

I had been, up til then, been very proud of my not taking a nap that day. Come morning, I was cursing my not napping. I made Boyfriend message Sis that I'd be coming a bit later, since I was too tired to coordinate any of my movements. Sis sent back a very grumpy text about me not having to come in at all then.

True, I'd overslept on Wednesday, but falling asleep on the job seemed worse than being late.

So I didn't go to the store.

Then Iggy decided to pick up where the boys had left off early in the morning. Boyfriend left and Iggy tried to howl for about twenty minutes. Then he found a squeaky toy, dragged it to the door I'd closed, and went to viciously attacking it in front of the door.

Yeah, I didn't sleep.

Around noon, Boyfriend came home. He was dead tired, too. We let Iggy out, where he did his good dog thing, and then went to bed.

I don't know why, but it seems I've evolved to not be able to sleep without Boyfriend giving his blessing to it, or being next to me in bed.

Eventually, we woke up. Then we got distracted. By the time we got out of the bedroom, we had to split responsibilities. Boyfriend was expecting friends, and we had close to no food whatsoever in the house.

I ran to the store, bought the essentials (and chips and toffifee, because I buy stupid stuff when I'm hungry) and got back. I got the wrong bread, our less-than-favorite milk and cereal and broke the health streak we're on and got some deep-frozen pizzas. Could've gotten a few onions, some meat and another tin of tomatoes and made some bolognese sauce, or gotten bacon and carrots and made mash, but I didn't.

It's now close to eight and I've done nothing really productive today. Unless giving Boyfriend's friend something for his tummy ache counts as productive. My towel project still isn't dry. My feet are covered in mosquito bites. Can't clean the oven, because we might need it later. And it'll be dark soon, so I can't reorganise the wardrobe anymore, either. If I close the window, I can put on the light, but the bedroom will get stifling hot. If I let it open and turn on the light, more mosquitos out for my blood will come and suck me dry.

Next time, I'm just getting up in the morning.