sssshhhh! the baby is sleeping!

I'm guessing that I have a very small window of time, in which I am going to try to do an entry here on the blog. The woman is almost done with her shower (this makes her feel human, if she can get a 10 minute shower in while I stand guard over the baby) and then the boy... is just a few minutes away from waking up. Sheesh! It really has been chaotic here in the little Burch household on Catalina. The little one is demanding, and his mom & dad are getting stretched REALLY thin. We both know our limits, and I think that during this tough time, lack of sleep, backwards schedule, insane part of our life... that I know we will pull thru. I see a small light at the end of the tunnel. I pray for our health, and safety. Especially for the boy. There is not a day, perhaps hour- that I don't go by without thinking of my family.

This evening I got really pissed off at one of what is seeming to be our nightly solicitation calls. This particular one was from a "lower your mortgage rate now!" company. I actually listened intently, waiting for the opportunity to push a number and talk to a real human. I got in... pressing zero worked great! I got some deuscher on the line where I proceeded to ask him for his name and social security number. This really caught him by surprise. HA! I really didn't have any intention for him to rattle off his real S.S. number to me. I was just doing this for no other reason to screw with them. He mentioned to me that he wasn't comfortable doing this. I started saying that "its OK, its just part of the normal procedure...!" then I think he started realizing I was a crazy and put me on hold for a moment. During that brief moment I was on hold I started thinking this was a waste of both of our times. As soon as Mr. Douchebag came back onto the line I simply said, "Its probably much better for you to flip burgers at McDonald's and make an honest living than to harass a family at this hour with a newborn." CLICK. I hung up on him. Cassie heard all of this from the living room and with a chuckle, she mentioned that she hoped that guy wouldn't go home and kill himself. I immediately felt a bit of guilt, but had still hoped to get my point across. I cant say just how many times this past few weeks that we have gotten these nonsense calls. THEY ARE SOOOO FRUSTRATING!!! They call right during our dinner, or after 8pm, or when I get into the shower... whatever. NO EXCUSES! OK, done venting.

Thanks for listening.

-M