Ok, lets just acknowledge the elephant in the room. I called my mom yesterday. I had to. The good daughter in me couldn't punish mom or myself. (although my mom might not think of not talking to me as punishment but more of a blessing some days) And sure enough, Mom was quite content, watching tv, of good nature. I asked a couple questions about the garage sale, but she seemed quite oblivious to any negativity from the day before. I will keep searching for solutions - and hopefully Dr. Phil will answer my email. (yes I emailed Dr. Phil and yes, I used the phase "let's get real")
So I have been tired and tired and retired over the past week or so. I've been blaming my eating habits, and of course my "change" (but we'll get into that on a different blog). Then last night, I realized my tiredness is being contributed to, by both the husband (Shaunan get your mind out of the novel 50 Shades of Grey) and the dog. (don't even go there) So I am in bed around 10:00, playing on my new Ipad, and Bill and Maya come to bed. Lights out and I don't even remember counting sheep. Then at 2:30, I feel the bed shaking; it's Miss Maya. She's decided it plays time and is wrestling with some blankets. She only does this in the middle of the night when Bill has gotten up. Sure enough I turn over and there's an empty pillow. Now Maya sees me awake and thinks I want to play too. She jumps off the bed but wants her toy she let behind. So I throw it to her and she scampers off to find Bill. I'm not sure what the two of them do next, because I roll over and have no trouble falling back asleep (really tired). Fast forward ahead to 5:00 a.m. I'm comfortably asleep and dreaming - I hear Mom,,,,zzzzzz, Mom,.......zzzz, Mom,.......I think it is Patrick calling me. Then I awake from my dream. I listen and I still hear Mom,....zzzz, Mom, ......zzzz. I remember thinking to myself, Patrick's not home, he must be in trouble where ever he is..... I keep listening, and as I become more alert, I confirm with my self that I am awake, and so I couldn't be hearing Patrick. So it must be Ashley calling me. Mom,....zzzzzzzz, Mom,.......zzzz. But Ashley's not home either. I'm still laying down on my pillow. I adjust my head to make sure I'm hearing what I'm hearing. I've accounted for both kids not being home, but who could be calling me. I listen a little longer and I finally turn over to see what Bill is doing. He's SNORING... what sounds like Mom,.........zzzzzzzz, is Bill breathing in zzzzzzz, and out Mom - through his nose. Really, I wish i had taped it - it sounded like Mom, not Mommmm, or Mmmmm. So still being tired, I'm going back to sleep - someone forgot to tell my tummy it's only 5:00ish. Supper was 11 hours ago and I'm hungry. I could fight the feeling, but then how much time would I spend fighting. So I get up, grab the paper, my milk and a granola bar. (I'm trying to trick my tummy this early in the morning) I eat, read and my eyes say, 30 more minutes. I grab the blanket I've left on the couch and quietly lay on the couch and cover up. Apparently I wasn't quiet enough, because Maya hears me, and of course she knows I must be napping without her. She comes clicking out of the bedroom (I knew I should have cut those nails shorter) and before she reaches me, her super chihuahua senses come to life. She either hears something or smells something, but this gurgling growl erupts from her tiny tiny mouth and she wanders from window to window to see the culprit. After about 10 minutes (I'm too tired to stop her) she joins me on the couch and we cuddle in for our nap (who naps before 7:00 am) And just after 7:00 Bill is up and ready for work (how come one look so put together in under 10 minutes) He actually walks to the couch and gives me a kiss (if I'd seen what I looked like, I wouldn't have wanted to kiss me). K, now I'm awake. My day needs to start because I've got lots to do. Bill will be a little late tonight and he doesn't need supper, so Maya and I are going to be able to sneak another nap in before 7:00 pm this time.
I had so much more to say, but I'll save it for another blog.
Enjoy your Monday - I'm going to try to.
Stacey
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