It blows big chunky bile-green chunks.
Because my husband is sweet and considerate, he often takes the kids to school when I've had a crappy night like this. This would seem to solve the problem, but it doesn't really, because what happens is that I slip into a deep, deep, BOTTOMLESSLY deep sleep around four or five in the morning, sleep too late, still wake up in the middle of a sleep cycle and feel like.... big chunky bile-green chunks.
So I started the day feeling like I was late for everything (because I was, also 'everything' wasn't anything scheduled or formal or official), and I was feeling aimless and out of joint and despondent and despairing. A few years ago, I would have just mooched around the house until it was time to go get the kids. But now I have Twitter. Twitter, which I said I would never use. And it changes everything on days like this.
I have a great friend who lives next door, and she dispenses hugs upon request. But she works Tuesdays through Thursdays. A lot of my friends work full-time. Pam is generally available, but she was skiing with the school ski club. And sometimes I need someone to tell me that I don't suck, and that things will get better, and that everyone has days like these, and when I need it, I need it immediately, if not sooner.
So thank-you to Hannah, Sarah, Mary Lynn, Nicole, HappyGeek75, Marilyn, Kerry, VelocibadgerGRL and Clara (especially Clara - she used props) for being there, and being sweet and funny and awesome. Because the kind of bad I was feeling makes minutes seem very, very long, and you all helped it go away.
Then Eve came home. Which also beats back the badness a fair measure, because, hello, this face?
Then I came home and decided that, since I hadn't really been very productive, I would take a crack at busting our sex drought (it's been a rough month). Because sometimes you have to get creative in order to ensure that, even if your to-do list is resolutely unchecked, at least one thing (or someone) gets done.
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Yikes! Insomnia is awful. I don't think sex is a particularly good cure for it, though, unless you are a man.
My mother has terrible insomnia, as do both of her sisters and it kicked in when they were older than I am now, so this is one of my worst fears.
I have two kids who learned to sleep through the night at five years-- yes, years not months-- and who are five years apart. You do the math. I hate, hate, hate being chronically sleep-deprived. This past year of getting close to enough sleep has been amazing.
I hope you sleep well soon!
Thanks for the kudos. You know, you're one tough broad. You fight dragons every day and win.
I loved seeing you the other day too.
Isn't anyone going to point out that it's Wednesday? OK, I guess it'll have to be me. Allison, it's Wednesday.
Mwa ha ha. Awesomely hilarious.
Insomnia is the worst. Sex droughts are the second-worst. Twitter is like having a therapist on speed-dial, some days. <3
Only you could tell me to FUCK OFF in the title of a post and make me smile happily at the lovely sentiment.
Happy to have helped provide a Twitterish pick-me-up. Even more happy that your day steadily improved after that (and apparently your husband's day, too!).
damn! i need to get onto twitter more often so i can get some kudos in a post.
hope sleep has returned. at least a drug induced one. everyone needs a solid night sleep at least once a month, right?
Xoxo you rock, baby. Truly.
Isn't the point of having a Surly day is that you can have it whenever you damn well feel like it and there ain't going to be no appology?! Besides, surly or not, I love you and you rock. It is now March and things are going to get a hell of a lot better, and we'll drink Margaritas until they do.
Also, Eve. Gorgeous, hilarious girl.
Whoa, Eve has FABULOUS eyebrows. I am envious.
I love Twitter for that. It's like having a coffee-and-doughnuts chat going on in the next room, and I can pop in and out as needed.
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