Day 701

My tormentors have devised a new form of sleep deprivation torture. Their leader, the short redhead, alternates between the sweet, communicative child I thought I was living with earlier this week and the SCREAMING BANSHEE CHANGELING I now know I am dealing with. Today I was allowed broken sleep until 4:00 in the morning, at which time my options were to be awake or be awake AND SCREAMED AT. Naturally I chose to be screamed at, though I am now thinking that may have been the wrong choice. I was forced to go through the refrigerator, offering various foods only to have each one summarily rejected with a piercing scream of indignation, my god how could I offer PEANUT BUTTER DON’T I KNOW THAT IS POISON? Frozen strawberries bought me about five minutes, but I have run out and the physical beatings have commenced. I will try to write again but fear that my time is short.

8 thoughts on “Day 701

  1. Sunflowerfairy

    April 19, 2008 at 7:20am

    “The floggings will continue until moral improves.”

    I have no idea where that quote is from, but I swear there’s times that my kid is repeating it over and over in his head, while screeching, “MOMMMMYYY” at me because I dared to offer him a blue sippy cup when he obviously wanted the orange one.

    Not kidding.

    Sunflowerfairy’s last blog post..Good Things.

  2. matty

    April 19, 2008 at 7:37am

    I don’t advise murder in this particular case.

  3. Delle

    April 19, 2008 at 2:39pm

    I have a small blonde who may have been sharing notes.

    Delle’s last blog post..Update

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