In case you were ever wondering what sort of texts I send to Chuck, this is the gem he got today.
As per the agreed upon working conditions for being a Stay-at-Home-Mom, Susan Allison (here after referred to as "The Mother") is filing a formal grievance regarding the napping longevity of one Samuel K. Allison (here after referred to as "The Big Fat Meanie").
The Big Fat Meanie chose today (April 10, 2014) to take a 30 minute nap and reject the remaining hour of his nap. The napping contract clearly states that The Big Fat Meanie will take two 90 minute naps each day.
The Mother, however, was not consulted on the elimination or for going of the napping contract for April 10, 2014. As a result, The Mother did not receive her union break, during which time The Mother performs tasks for her second and third jobs as maid and chef.
The Mother files this grievance for poor working conditions, being over worked, understaffed, and in contention with management.
I love The Big Fat Meanie, but naps are like me: kind of a big deal. Wink. What? I just do not appreciate losing my nap time because that's my Me-time. And by me time, I mean unload the dishwasher, plan a first birthday party, do laundry, prep dinner, and occasionally feed myself time. I love him but it's a contingent love.
So Sam wakes up after 30 minutes and I spend the next 10 praying that he goes back down while also texting Chuck my grievance. By the time Sam started dancing with his Bunnykins, I released him from his cage.
I fed him.
I dressed him.
I got him downstairs to hurry up and get on with our day, get out the door, and get to our errands. Had he napped, I could have finished my coffee AND gotten us ready for errand running without him moving around downstairs and being all up in my bizzness.
I hate when I don't get to finish coffee.
I hate when he wakes up after 30 minutes and then whine, whine, whine.
I hate that he doesn't understand "bad life choices."
At least someone got to finish the coffee.
Between the nap and the coffee, I had no choice but to rub his nose in it and make him clean up the mess himself.
But good news. Labor Management sided with me and he took a 2 hour afternoon nap.
I'm continuing to document issues like this to keep a record, you know, wouldn't want to someday get into a He said, She said dispute. Right? Right.