43 posts tagged “sleep”

When I'm totally exhausted... like, haven't slept more than 4 hours a night for a week and a half.  Going steadily every day from morning to night exhausted....

The moment when my head hits the pillow and I know I don't have to get up until I want to.

I fucking love that.

Ugh.
I woke up with that song in my head.  At 530a. 
Now I can't get it out. 

I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I was running a mild fever.  I think that fever broke this morning around 530a.  I woke up and immediately sat up (like they do on movies) then got out of bed, took out my contacts, went pee, tried to go back to sleep and realized that that wasn't going to happen and I was probably just keeping the T awake by coughing and blowing my nose all the time.  So I got out of bed again, took a shower, and here I am.  I'm totally ready to go back to bed, too!  But little T needs to get on the bus in an hour so I figured I'll just wait for that then I'll crawl back in bed and take a nap.

Actually...
Fuck that.
I can get a good 30-40 mins before the T's alarm clock goes off.
I'm going to bed.

I attempted this last night but I kept falling asleep so I'm going to do it again today.

Loves:

-Lazy Cuddly mornings in bed.
-The perfect cuppa coffee.
-Being Productive

Loathes:

- The fact that my body hurts from sexing but I didn't DO anything.  Actually I don't really mind it that much, it's like a 
  little reminder of the events that took place last night.
- Being in debt.
- My severe lack of motivation today (most days).

I never figured out a budget.  That's bad.  I need one.  I will do it though.  I just have to get the motivation to actually look at that shit.  It's time to grow the fuck up and face the fact that I'm an adult and I have bills to pay and whatnot.  I did, however, pound out a letter to my dad and ideally after I finish this post I'm going to go "face the day" which will include making sure it's in the mail (before the post dude gets here.)

The people who live on the far end of my building (The By-The-Way's) have a baby .  He's about 8 months old or so, cute fucking kid.  Supper adorable.  Anyway, Mrs. By-The-Way is a stay at home mom.  She seems like a nice enough lady but whenever I see her she looks completely haggard!  I feel kind of bad for her.  I never want to experience that.  Granted I know nothing of the specifics of her situation.  She could have chronic fatigue syndrome... there could be a billion reasons why she looks so wrecked all the time but I think it's probably that she's stuck in the house all day with the kid.  Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with stay at home parents, if that's what you wanna do, cool.  I just don't think I could do it. 

I'm such a noise neighbor.  Mrs. & Baby By The Way just left (which is what prompted the last paragraph) they just got home.  Must have gone to Freddy's.  Now they're sitting in the car so I can't tell if they went to Freddy's or not. 

Fuck, I need a hobby.

Okay time to go be productive.

The boys are gone.

Little T took the bus for the first time today & Big T left to catch the max about a half an hour ago.
I woke up this morning with a monster headache.  Which isn't really surprising because I had one brewing when I went to bed.  I didn't think it'd get as bad as it did though.  Got up, got some aspirin, said good morning to the boys and had the intention of going back to bed until 9 or so.   That didn't happen, thanks to the anxiety dream I had about the bus not coming to pick up Little T*  I got up to make sure everything was kosher and the Terrorist was finishing up his coffee and about to head to work (Little T safely on the bus headed to school... phew.)

This cohabitation thing is going along swimmingly.   I think because it's been so long since I slept with someone I didn't sleep so well the first night but I'm fairly certain I'm over that because I was out like a rock last night. 

I have to go move shit around so the Terrorist can fit his bureau in here.  Then I think I might take a nap or chug a big pot of coffee.

* In the dream the bus never showed up and Big T had left to go to work and other weird stuff that doesn't make any sense now that I'm thinking about it and why it stressed me out... but it was a dream.  Dream's don't always make sense.

In about 30 minutes I've killed 2 maybe 3 spiders.  Big Mother Fuckers, too. 
I think they're after me.

Anyway, I'm going to continue on with the plan of showering then sleep.  But first I'm gonna have to check the tub and pull back all the sheets.
Creepy little fuckers.

I'm sure that I'll wake up with spider bites tomorrow...
That is, if I even wake up at all.

The kid and I are making dinner for his dad tomorrow night.

It was something I kind of mentioned in passing a week or two ago and he completely latched on to it. 
I'm totally okay will that, I like cooking.  The problem is the fact that by tomorrow night rolls around I'm going to be pretty freakin' wiped.  It's been a long week, with little sleep.

I don't know what we're going to make.  I've got things planned out but I'm wishy washy and I don't know which route I want to take.  I suggested asking his dad's opinion but Little T wants it to be a surprise so that's out.  I've been torn between something pasta based and something with mashed potatoes.  I fucking love mashed potatoes and I haven't had any since I've been in Maine.

The Internet is wonderful for finding food ideas!
To bad none of them are appealing to me right now.

Fuck me.  The sleepies have hit.  I need to do stuff.

Stuff to do...
- Continue contemplating dinner ideas
- Call one or two more shipping places in the Augusta/Brunswick area.
- Call sister.
- Possibly do some dishes 'cause I'm a good girlfriend!  (hehe)

Weird Confession...
I was crawling into bed last night, very late/early in the morning and I was a tad on the horny side.  I briefly thought about masturbating but because I was sleeping in the magical bed I decided against it.*  Then I got thinking about how long it has been since I've masturbated.  Almost two weeks.  I actually half sat up in bed and said "Holy Fuck!"  Not that'd I'm fiendish about it or anything but that's kind of a long time.  I haven't really thought about it lately, so I must be getting what I need.  That's crazy though, even when I was having sex daily or every other day I was still masturbating at least once a week.

Okay I need to go be productive in the hour before I need to get in the shower.

*Yes, I will totally have sex in my roommate's bed but when it comes to masturbation I think that's a little weird and can't/won't do it.

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

I guess if the first one was really all inclusive then there wouldn't be a need for a second one but... well... I'm not perfect.  Give me a fucking break.  Jesus.

Sleep over at my house tonight.  Woot Woot! 
I like sleep overs.  Not just because I get laid, actually I think I could survive without the sex tonight, I miss the sleeping together part.  (Who the fuck am I kidding?  I'm GETTING LAID!!!  Woohoo!  And I'm pretty sure I'm done my period!!!) 

This coffee sucks.  I stopped at 7 Virtues on my way up to the T's house to get some coffee and it tastes... like ass.  At least I remembered the name this time.  I've gotten this stuff before but I couldn't remember the name of it so I didn't know to avoid it.

Getting back on track...

• Tidy up my room at Lesley's room.
• Return w4's to work.
• Get gas.
  
• Make cd of photo's for Nate.  (He responded to a photo I sent him... baby steps)
• Go to post-office - Pray ipod is there - Rock out accordingly when it is.
• Make Zucchini Cake with Little T.
• Play cribbage with Little T.
• Enjoy adult time with the T.
• Pay Lane Bryant, At&t, Mah.
• Order more checks.
• Get Oregon License.
  

Jesus, I just got lost on the DMV website.  That thing is intense.
There's more todo but I'm not gonna do it all so who really cares if I actually list it out?

It's been fucking insanely hot this week.  Okay so not really that hot but hot for this area.  I like the heat, it's nice and good and wonderful as long as I don't have to actually do anything.  If I can sit around all day doing nothing or just go to the beach then it's a wonderful thing. 
Unfortunately life isn't like that, so more often than not when it's hot it's just uncomfortable.

Today, is rainy. 
According to the Radio it's going to be rainy and stormy all week.  Thundershowers type stormy.

I can't say I'm bothered by this.

I fucking love thundershowers.  They're one of the greatest weather things ever.  Rainy days are good for being lazy.  The best thing to do on a rainy day is cuddle up in bed with that special someone and just veg all day.  That sounds glorious.  Though, totally not going to happen but I could wake the kid up and make him go watch movies with me in the magical bed.  Somehow, it's not quite the same.  :-)

Speaking of Little T.  What the fuck?  He's still passed out.  He's NEVER slept this late.  I was actually a little bit worried about him because of this I thought about checking to see if  he was breathing but he's moved a bit so I wont go in there armed with a mirror to hold under his nose.  It's very weird though.

I totally forgot my cds.  I got a spindle of CD-R's so I could make some more work cd's and I could burn all the pictures from Nates vacation to cd for him.  (Still haven't heard from him.)  But I fucking forgot the fuckers on my ironing board.  Oh well, I can at least get shit ready to burn that way when I have them tomorrow I wont have to fuck around with that.

Ohh shit.  I should go google home made claydough while I'm thinking of it.

Little T is awake.  I can see him sitting up in bed looking out the window.  I used to do that when I was a kid on rainy days wake up and just stare out the window before admitting to the world I was awake.  I also used to do it here when the T would get up before me.  But that was usually to shoot very mean glares to the construction workers who were being so fucking loud they woke me up.  Bastards.

This has been an enlightening experience for me. 
The first day, was terrifying. 
Everything about it, getting up early, getting there a few minutes late, taking flack from the T about the lateness.  Then when the Terrorist left... Oh, Jesus.  That was the worst part. 
The day, DRAGGED. 

That was by far the worse day.  Even though the next day he threw whiney fits up the wazoo.  That first day sucked.

It's gotten a billion and ten times better since that first day.
Thank god.

What I've learned...

• Kid entertainment is weird these days... Bionicles.  What the hell is that shit?  Some of the Cartoon Network Cartoons are okay but Yu-gi-oh and Pokemon are just fucking bizarre.
• Apparently the Loch Ness monster is some old dinosaur that was frozen then reanimated.  (Little T can give you a lot more details but personally I think it takes the mystery/excitement/adventure out of it.)
• I now know why stay at home mom's get freakishly happy at the end of summer.  Don't get me wrong, He's a great kid and I love hanging out with him, but I miss having more than a day (or two) a week to myself.  I look forward to the start of school, because I'll have more free time (and more job availability) and because he'll hopefully get a few friends.
• A good book will keep him quite for (almost) as long as a movie. 
  
• Father and son can be amazingly similar even if kid didn't grow up around dad.  (They are both SOOO literal!!  Little T more so in ways such as.. "Wait a minute..."  Then a minute later... "Megan, it's been a Minute!"  Drives me nuts!  The T isn't quite that bad but I'm sure it's just something he grew out of.)

• Kids can eat an amazing amount of food.  (Well I don't know if it's all kids or just this one... but sweet jesus the boy can eat!!)
• This whole ordeal has given me some insight to my sister.  She was 27 (my age) when her oldest was 9 (Little T's age).  I don't know how she did it... especially with 2 kids!!  Amazing.

Plan for the night... get home at a semi-reasonable time.  Smoke.  Maybe hang photos.  Watch cheesy dance movie.  Pass out... sleep for... as long as possible.