Friday, April 18, 2008


Yesterday was a pretty good day for me. I kept thinking about how I tend to write about the rough parts of my life when mostly my life is pretty great. But then I also kept thinking that it's true that I often get that "Why me?!?" feeling. Like last night, when James woke me up at 4 a.m. and didn't let me fall back asleep until sometime after 6. And of course, I had to get up by 7:30 at the latest because Tyler comes over at 8. So I was sort of screaming in my head about how unfair it was that I STILL HAVE NOT SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT SINCE JAMES WAS BORN! Why are some people blessed with children who ease into sleep like it's no problem at all, and why was I not one of these people?

You know the routine.

(Okay, side note: it's not like James has these kinds of nights every night. He usually "sleeps" all night but I have to very slightly wake up during the night once or twice to help him stay down. There was an entire month where he woke up almost every single night for multiple hours of the night, and I thought I was going to die, but mostly, the sleeping thing is fairly's just that I still don't get my sleeping needs met, so I'm on an almost-two-year deficit now, and that is sooooooo not good for my health, mental clarity, or sanity.)

So I was feeling good about my day yesterday, but also thinking WHY do all these things keep happening to ME?

And then I went to the bathroom to pee before getting into bed last night. And a bug tried to fly up my bum.

NO, I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. A Bug. Tried to Fly. Up. My. BUM!!!

Maybe I'm making too big of a deal out of this. I know that campers are used to having multiple bugs flying around their exposed bums when they do their business, and they probably don't even bat an eye when a bug happens to, uh, butt into them accidentally. But this was beyond the pale for the privacy, serenity, and relative cleanliness of my own bathroom, ya know?

I alternately shuddered and laughed about it for several minutes. Then I went to tell Ben and we laughed about it together. And then I decided it was God's way of gifting me with the perfect thing to blog about today.

Because eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww. But HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Seriously. Why DO these things always happen to ME?


Donna said...

Sorry you're not getting much sleep. I remember those days. Ick!

But your story about the bum/bug situation made me laugh. Thanks!

Jimmie said...

Ewwww!!! :-)

Yet another reason to be thankful I live in North Dakota. It's too cold for most bugs.

rach cortest said...

Okay Susan, That was way too funny for me to read at 1:00 a.m. I can just SEE you. Little Cleo was here tonight for her first time to stay with grandma for any length of time. Too much fun. Happy to report that I did not have any bug incidents. love,rachel