When did I become boring?

I am going to let you in on a little secret. I am fucking hilarious in person. No, seriously, ask my friends. They will tell you I am a ton of fun, great for laughs, you know, I rock. But, little by little, I feel that my children are killing the fun in me. I used to go out and have deep, meaningful conversations, discussions about things, and then laugh. I was a passionate fighter, a true intellectual. But then, the kids came. Now, my fiercest debates are if we watch wonderpets or clone wars, and my children find it amusing when I personify inatimate objects and allow them to play Elmo over and over and over again. Here's another confession. I love Elmo, but the little bastard scares the shit out of me. Mainly because I know the baby would trade me in a New York minute for the little fucker. Yes, my language is offensive tonight. Deal with it.

I went back to work this week. Half days, but still. Yep, I did it and it is half way through. But, what should happen on my first week back? CAP, our accrediting agency came and inspected us. DAMN-IT! This is what we prepare for months for. We get this every other year, and it is stressful and a pain. But, why oh GOD, WHY did this have to happen on the day I was working 12-4? The day I could sleep in?

Here's how the day went. 3:41 the phone rings. It is one of my husband's employees. He got called in to work. So I am up for an hour or so because I can't sleep when I am woken up. So, he comes home at 6 and I go back to sleep. The phone rings at 6:30. This time it is my boss telling me the CAP inspection is today. She wants to know if I can come in early. Well, I have to take my mother-in-law to the neurologist at 9:30, so I come in after that. To find that they were done with my department's section of the inspection.....CURSED I TELL YOU!!!

So, to recap, I am no longer fun or funny and I never get to sleep in. If you made it this far, you must be Anne.