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sweet dreams, not so much
Aug. 21st, 2006 09:29 pmToday had a nap in it! And I have no idea why I feel the need to tell you this with exclamations! Except that it was a nice day off without any work in it. That's a pretty good reason for an exclamation if you ask me. Of course, the reason that there was a nap was because I got so freaking BORED while waiting for our internet connection to stop sucking balls and load the freaking page already that I had to close my eyes and then I decided it was time to go back to bed. (When I came back later, it was still trying to load the page. Bellsouth, you SUCK.) Also, both M and I have been sleeping badly this weekend.
I can't believe I'm going to tell the entire internets about this, but... Saturday night I woke up from a nightmare at two a.m. I really needed to go pee... like, oh-my-goodness-that-hurts need to pee. But! THERE WERE SERIAL KILLERS AFTER ME, and if I were to step into the hallway, certainly they would creep up on me and hack out my armpit and leave me to die, bleeding and my poor, grieving husband would find me in the morning when he stumbles over my body, and he will have to replace the carpet because of the bloodstain and then he will have to sell the house and move back to Sweden, where he will end up marrying some blonde, pale-skinned bitch named Beata (hi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reebert!) and they will have two point five kids and I will be DEAD and it will all be because I thought I needed to pee just that much. And I can just tell you right now that I will never need to pee that badly. I will just grin and bear it, thank you very much. And don't think that I didn't seriously consider waking M up to partake in the Crazy but even I draw the line at waking my semi-insomniac husband from his slumber in order to escort me to the bathroom just down the hall*. So the hours between two and six (when I finally woke up enough to realize that I had had a NIGHTMARE and that there weren't special serial killers lurking in the hallway but unable to enter the bedroom by a special magical force field) kind of put a damper on the quality sleep that I got that night, and last night I was so flipping tired that I couldn't stand myself. Don't you hate it when you're so tired you can't sleep?
As for M, he's always sleeping badly for some reason or another. Last night it was a tree. Storms will keep him up all night, and thank God I finally got him to stop drinking caffeine before bedtime because he will actually go to bed before four in the morning now, which is nice. ("But caffeine has never bothered my sleeping before! That can't be it!") He is smart but sometimes dopey.
So then there was Sunday, which was a rather large part of the weekend, proportionally speaking. We had invited my whole family over for Sunday dinner. To be honest, I rather like the whole part where we don't shell out $50 to drive up there with gas $3/gallon and lose four hours of Sunday.. and best of all, it kind of reminds people that we put a serious investment of time and energy into coming up every other weekend. Saturday, we went shopping for supplies, and then cleaned the house up. It was strangely nice to do the cleaning because it was still mostly clean from the company we had two weeks ago. Looks like I would remember that, and keep it like this at all times, doesn't it? Sadly, no. And we really went way out on a limb and fixed... are you ready? Swedish meatballs! My family is the opposite of adventurous so I was a little afraid of what the reaction would be but then decided that hey.. it's a glob of meat, how bad would it have to be before they refused to eat it? Actually, it went over really well. So well that there were only six left over from a triple batch (and those would have been gone by the end of the day had I not packaged them into a lunch portion already.) More than one person asked for the recipe, even, and everyone sounded nicely surprised at how tasty it was. Given that it's my family, we also made mashed potatoes to feed an army (it took both of my large pots to hold the potatoes), a pound of macaroni and cheese, three cans of corn, a gallon of fresh tomatoes, sliced, cole slaw and potato salad. It was excessively stressful there for a while, and by the time we were done eating, I was so ready for a nap. And some valium and maybe a little vodka.
*M, of course, said, "Why didn't you wake me up, you dork?" Perhaps I was just warding off being made fun of. But then, of course, I posted it here so now everyone can make fun of me instead of just him. Sometimes I don't think very well.
I can't believe I'm going to tell the entire internets about this, but... Saturday night I woke up from a nightmare at two a.m. I really needed to go pee... like, oh-my-goodness-that-hurts need to pee. But! THERE WERE SERIAL KILLERS AFTER ME, and if I were to step into the hallway, certainly they would creep up on me and hack out my armpit and leave me to die, bleeding and my poor, grieving husband would find me in the morning when he stumbles over my body, and he will have to replace the carpet because of the bloodstain and then he will have to sell the house and move back to Sweden, where he will end up marrying some blonde, pale-skinned bitch named Beata (hi,
reebert!) and they will have two point five kids and I will be DEAD and it will all be because I thought I needed to pee just that much. And I can just tell you right now that I will never need to pee that badly. I will just grin and bear it, thank you very much. And don't think that I didn't seriously consider waking M up to partake in the Crazy but even I draw the line at waking my semi-insomniac husband from his slumber in order to escort me to the bathroom just down the hall*. So the hours between two and six (when I finally woke up enough to realize that I had had a NIGHTMARE and that there weren't special serial killers lurking in the hallway but unable to enter the bedroom by a special magical force field) kind of put a damper on the quality sleep that I got that night, and last night I was so flipping tired that I couldn't stand myself. Don't you hate it when you're so tired you can't sleep?As for M, he's always sleeping badly for some reason or another. Last night it was a tree. Storms will keep him up all night, and thank God I finally got him to stop drinking caffeine before bedtime because he will actually go to bed before four in the morning now, which is nice. ("But caffeine has never bothered my sleeping before! That can't be it!") He is smart but sometimes dopey.
So then there was Sunday, which was a rather large part of the weekend, proportionally speaking. We had invited my whole family over for Sunday dinner. To be honest, I rather like the whole part where we don't shell out $50 to drive up there with gas $3/gallon and lose four hours of Sunday.. and best of all, it kind of reminds people that we put a serious investment of time and energy into coming up every other weekend. Saturday, we went shopping for supplies, and then cleaned the house up. It was strangely nice to do the cleaning because it was still mostly clean from the company we had two weeks ago. Looks like I would remember that, and keep it like this at all times, doesn't it? Sadly, no. And we really went way out on a limb and fixed... are you ready? Swedish meatballs! My family is the opposite of adventurous so I was a little afraid of what the reaction would be but then decided that hey.. it's a glob of meat, how bad would it have to be before they refused to eat it? Actually, it went over really well. So well that there were only six left over from a triple batch (and those would have been gone by the end of the day had I not packaged them into a lunch portion already.) More than one person asked for the recipe, even, and everyone sounded nicely surprised at how tasty it was. Given that it's my family, we also made mashed potatoes to feed an army (it took both of my large pots to hold the potatoes), a pound of macaroni and cheese, three cans of corn, a gallon of fresh tomatoes, sliced, cole slaw and potato salad. It was excessively stressful there for a while, and by the time we were done eating, I was so ready for a nap. And some valium and maybe a little vodka.
*M, of course, said, "Why didn't you wake me up, you dork?" Perhaps I was just warding off being made fun of. But then, of course, I posted it here so now everyone can make fun of me instead of just him. Sometimes I don't think very well.
