Pondering the Reasons for my Insanity This Evening...

1. We live with our house backing up to a street which means loud mufflers at all times of the day. I thought there was some kind of law against it, but apparently not for middle aged men on motorcycles.

2. Beyond the street, we live behind the dog from hell, which judging from his bark, must be a 200 pounder. Of course, he barks incessantly at all times of the day and usually right when I am getting ready to try to take a nap or go to sleep for the night. I loved my husband so much more when he got up out of bed the other night, drove in his car to pinpoint the exact house, and then called animal control only to be met by an answering machine. Apparently animal control is only available to pass out warnings when the dog isn't barking. The "control" part of the name is really just a joke.

3. My poor son has been hit with some sort of Montezuma's Revenge. Let's just say that Montezuma has been "hitting" all day and all night for 5 days and counting. Thus, when I am not pulling toilet patrol and the resulting laundry patrol, I am onto #4.

4. Eva, who will be one on Thursday, is still not interested in sleeping. Why doesn't she realize the benefit that sleep has for all of us, especially me? It is God's cruel joke that for 9 months leading up to her birth I slept horribly due to peeing, a growing girth, and all other sorts of misery, and now, one year later, I still sleep horribly. One year plus 9 months equals 18 months of "When will I ever sleep for more than 3 hours straight again?"

5. My Mom gets home from work, the grocery store, wherever, and runs into the house and hits the page button for the phone immediately. I do not know why this occurs, but it is strange and unusual. If she were expecting a call from someone important, I could maybe understand her desire to locate the phone immediately, but since this has occurred every day for 4 months straight, and even many times per day, I don't think Publisher's Clearinghouse is going to call.

6. Both Dan and his 16 year old son Tyler are cursed with the "I lost it" disorder. Dan consistently leaves his things in hotel rooms, on the roof of his car, at restaurants, at wedding receptions, etc... Tyler has now followed suit and informed me this weekend when he was at my house that he can't find his wallet that has $250 cash in it, some of which he owes me. I try to be understanding, but this particular disorder is getting very costly.

Those are my top 6 this evening. I could think of more, but I am too tired, and I fear Montezuma may not be done revenging whatever is left of this ol' gal.