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Sleepy thoughts.
Jun. 19th, 2004 04:10 pmI slept for twelve hours. I feel rather like a new person.. albeit a sleepy, kind of dazed one. I'm going to have to go wake M up soon, because I am my father's daughter--I don't much like it when other people are asleep. He is completely crazy with that, though. He will wake people up at seven on a weekend just because he needs to ask them something completely unurgent. He used to work at a job where he had to be there at around seven, and we live over an hour away. So he'd get up at around 4:30 or 5, and then on the weekends, he would sleep a little later but still get up earlier than everyone else. It does make me feel a little mean when I wake M up. I'm not his parent or anything so I hate to be bossy about when he can sleep and when he can't sleep. The problem is just that he has a hard time sleeping at night, and sleeping late means that he can't sleep at all until very very late, and then he just gets more and more off schedule. I think he'd be happer if we had 28 hour days, actually.
When he was working and I wasn't, he would tiptoe around in the mornings and then come in and love on me for a few minutes and then go to work. I slept until i wanted to get up at first, but then I started overdosing on sleep since I would go to bed when he did and sleep three hours longer in the mornings, and then I was bored silly all day long. Illogically, I started getting up an hour after he left (when he called me to tell me he was there) and then I started being busy busy all day long and rarely bored--I suppose I was just in a better mood and didn't feel so much like I never did anything. Given that he was nice enough then to let me sleep, I feel especially mean for saying that I make him get up before I leave for work. I don't actually *make* him, but he does it anyway--some days a little more relunctantly than others. He decided that for himself right away, but I did encourage it for the above reasons.
I never expected to write so much about sleeping when I started this. I didn't know there was so much in me about sleeping, and I could have written a lot more but my fingers and toes are getting cold so I should go clean them. I guess I'm just thinking about sleep a lot since that's what I've been doing most since last I wrote. Also, I had horrible dreams last night in which a good friend in Sweden had died and my ex-husband (otherwise known as M's brother) was crashing a huge truck into the trailer in the continuing attempt to kill me. I kept waking up, but when I fell asleep again, the dream would come back like it had never been interrupted. I kind of knew all along that the ex-husband thing wasn't real, but I was really upset about the friend. When I woke up this morning and realized that it had been a dream, I was excited because I realized that the friend might actually not be dead at all, but I wasn't even sure for the first minute of awake time. I think I'll need to talk to him soon just to make sure. ;)
There's a midsummer picnic in Lexington this evening, with the Scandinavian club people. I really don't want to go but I also don't want to not be there. It will probably be fun, but at the moment, I just want to wallow in being at home. It's hard to adjust to this being home when we're gone all the time.
*pause*
I gave up on posting this this morning (M fought his English teacher violently when he was younger, in utter disbelief that there would ever be a grammatical situation in which the solution would be to use the same word twice, incidentally, and now I always think of that when I do it) and got on with my day, but now it doesn't make sense to post it in the middle of the afternoon without some sort of follow-up sentence, like this very one. Speaking of grammatical issues, that was one stupidly long sentence. We've worked quite hard today on the house, but M finally gave in and started talking about taking a break before we have to leave, and I had to agree that sounded like fun. I also need to shower again, or at least change clothes--the boy sprayed me with herring juice when he opened the tin. Yuck. Anyway, I should go get ready to leave and have a snack. I tend to seriously dislike the food at these events.
When he was working and I wasn't, he would tiptoe around in the mornings and then come in and love on me for a few minutes and then go to work. I slept until i wanted to get up at first, but then I started overdosing on sleep since I would go to bed when he did and sleep three hours longer in the mornings, and then I was bored silly all day long. Illogically, I started getting up an hour after he left (when he called me to tell me he was there) and then I started being busy busy all day long and rarely bored--I suppose I was just in a better mood and didn't feel so much like I never did anything. Given that he was nice enough then to let me sleep, I feel especially mean for saying that I make him get up before I leave for work. I don't actually *make* him, but he does it anyway--some days a little more relunctantly than others. He decided that for himself right away, but I did encourage it for the above reasons.
I never expected to write so much about sleeping when I started this. I didn't know there was so much in me about sleeping, and I could have written a lot more but my fingers and toes are getting cold so I should go clean them. I guess I'm just thinking about sleep a lot since that's what I've been doing most since last I wrote. Also, I had horrible dreams last night in which a good friend in Sweden had died and my ex-husband (otherwise known as M's brother) was crashing a huge truck into the trailer in the continuing attempt to kill me. I kept waking up, but when I fell asleep again, the dream would come back like it had never been interrupted. I kind of knew all along that the ex-husband thing wasn't real, but I was really upset about the friend. When I woke up this morning and realized that it had been a dream, I was excited because I realized that the friend might actually not be dead at all, but I wasn't even sure for the first minute of awake time. I think I'll need to talk to him soon just to make sure. ;)
There's a midsummer picnic in Lexington this evening, with the Scandinavian club people. I really don't want to go but I also don't want to not be there. It will probably be fun, but at the moment, I just want to wallow in being at home. It's hard to adjust to this being home when we're gone all the time.
*pause*
I gave up on posting this this morning (M fought his English teacher violently when he was younger, in utter disbelief that there would ever be a grammatical situation in which the solution would be to use the same word twice, incidentally, and now I always think of that when I do it) and got on with my day, but now it doesn't make sense to post it in the middle of the afternoon without some sort of follow-up sentence, like this very one. Speaking of grammatical issues, that was one stupidly long sentence. We've worked quite hard today on the house, but M finally gave in and started talking about taking a break before we have to leave, and I had to agree that sounded like fun. I also need to shower again, or at least change clothes--the boy sprayed me with herring juice when he opened the tin. Yuck. Anyway, I should go get ready to leave and have a snack. I tend to seriously dislike the food at these events.
