I must be the oldest 24 year old I know. Our neighbors here at the apartment are our age mostly, the ones across the hall, and upstairs there are two apartments one with teenagers and the other a couple our age. They like to party. Separately in their own apartments and then sometimes they each join each other. Regardless they are loud as hell, due to drunkenness. Now I could technically call the cops on the teenagers obviously because they are underage and the mom is home most of the time, and our other neighbors I am sure some noise ordinance law is there, but on the other hand I wish it was me. I wish I was hanging out and getting drunk and having fun so I don't do anything about it besides bitch under my breath. I think I get mad at the noise more when I have to get up early for work and for Kaylee. I mean these people party even through the week. Go them. I always feel like telling them to shut the hell up but I never do. But tonight it is midnight early for a Saturday right? Well my neighbor crazy Sheila across the Hall, the one who lets her 3 boys play soccer and basketball (somehow) in the freakin hallway at 3 am and is constantly out there smoking (opening and closing the damn main door), and is the only one with a dog in the building (who never stops barking) decides that she has "Had enough of this noise" and goes door to door of the three apartments looking for who it is and starts telling them off. It was kinda funny because we all know that she is the main source of noise all the time and that she is nothing more than a drunk and druggy. So you could basically hear every other person in the building laughing at her. But that is all apartment living and it would be great to hook up hidden cameras and sell this crap.
Me tonight, well, my parents came over. Which was nice because I haven't actually seen them in a few months. We had a nice dinner and played some cards, Kaylee watched a few movies and it went ok. Which is good because my mom and Chuck have this "we have completely different views and personalities" clash going on. But they handled themselves well. Kaylee has been sick though. Friday we were watching the Olympics Opening ceremony and Kaylee was sitting with me and I moved her bangs out of her eyes ( this drives me nuts and she refuses to do anything else with them except hang in her eyes) and her forehead was burning. So I tell Chuck to get the thermometer, I tell Kaylee to put it under her tongue and I am watching it 100~101~102~ it ends up at 104.6. My first instinct, which comes from work, is I tell Chuck to get me some bags of ice. Then it dawns on me that I can put her in the tub. So I run a room temp bath and she gets in. Now see when I was her age I ended up with double pneumonia and my mom put me in a room temp bath and I screamed and cried. My kid " Oh I love cold baths" is what she tells me. Which is great because with the bath plus the meds we have managed to keep her down and not any higher and 101. But my mother thinks "oh your a nurse, what is wrong with her?" Ok well lets see, she is 7, goes to school with other little kids that have no clue about proper hygiene in large groups. So I tell her that all I know is her throat is irritated, no spots, she says she has no pain anywhere so it is probably a viral infection. I must have sounded like I knew my shit because she dropped it after that. Thing is I was, and still am, worried out of my mind what is wrong with her. I had her sleep out in the living room so I could sleep by her and I am tonight as well. Not that I will have some sensor that tells me if she is spiking a temp, but I feel that if she needs me I will be right there. Plus I don't like her sleeping in her loft bed when she is sick. I am afraid one that she will be hurrying out of bed to get me or Chuck and she might fall. Plus if she has to barf and just wakes up to do it and it goes over and down from her loft bed....That is just not a mess I want to clean. Experience teaches well.
I am supposed to start twelve hour shifts in a few weeks. I am excited because that means only working 3 out of 7 days a week. Eights are nice but I just get to burned out working 5 days a week. Mostly when it is 5 in a row. Plus if Chuck gets a part time job we could alternate...Maybe. It is nice with him being home, but I think he needs to get out more often. Thank you to Joe and Rob you treated him to a night out and the next day I could tell that it did him good. The mood change was, well lets say wonderful 2 hours we have had in awhile. Didn't know you were marriage counselors huh?
I just got a great idea, I am going to do my laundry early tomorrow and slam the door each chance I get because the laundry room is right next to the partiers apartment, nah I will probably sleep in past them........




Oh yeah, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to everyone!