I tell my girls, I just need food and sleep and I can take whatever comes along. This past week, between my husband and Fiona, I haven't gotten a good night's sleep. Last night was the worst. Hubby kept waking me up and when I would open one eye to stare at him, he would apologize. Then I woke up, opened the eye and there was Fiona, at 5:45am, saying that she was hungry and would I please get her some breakfast. I told her to get some string cheese out of the fridge and not to bother me again. More stirrings by the hubby, until finally he got up about 20 minutes early to shower. I nodded off again while he was showering only to have Fiona take a running jump at my bed. Sigh...I sat bolt up right and was just bitter for the rest of the morning.
Which worked out well for hubby. We have been redoing the floors in our bathrooms and he had tiled the floor last night and he told me if I got the chance, could I please scrape the mortar from between the tiles. I certainly did, grumbling the whole time. Not about helping him, just about being bitter.
Fiona had a few playdates today. I was going to come home and take a nap. I tried, but telemarketers wouldn't stop calling our house. So, I decided to plan our summer.
We took a Make A Wish trip to Orlando and stayed at a really cool place called Give Kids the World Village. When we left they gave us a passport that had a list of amusement attractions that offered one free admission in the upcoming year. There are tons in California and we want to go the Bay Area this summer. We found a week free of steroids and then free of 'roid rage, even more important. Yeah!
But, back to the sleeping problem, I don't have a problem sleeping, my family does. I did hug Buttercup this morning and thanked her profusely for being a good sleeper. The light has started coming in way too early and we haven't figured out a good way to dampen it. Hubby has had insomnia ever since we have been married and his disgust with it and flopping problems have caused most of my tired mornings. I don't know what to do. I keep threatening that one day he will come home to twin beds...at first he was sad about it, now he's more resigned to role in my crabbiness. It's been 11 years and I still haven't gotten them. But the older I get the more crabby I get. Besides, they say that a good night's sleep can fix almost anything. Right?!
PS- here's the bathroom, hubby grouted it on his lunch break and I am going to get my bathtub back. YEAH!
3 comments:
Your bathroom looks great. I detest lack of sleep. I've always viewed sleep as more of a hobby than a necessity, because I enjoy it so much. It is not optional! Everyone at my house is much happier when I get enough.
Sleep is GOOOOOOD! I say the same thing about water. Clearly I'm a simple girl. Gimme a good night's sleep and a tall glass of cool agua and I'm a happy camper. Of course a large piece of chocolate and a good movie make me pretty happy too so maybe I'm not that simple after all.
I gotta tell ya, I am grateful for every night in my own bed now. You don't realize what a luxury that is until you spend many nights in a "Ched" or daybed in the hospital. Right? I've never been much of a napper myself but I hope you're able to catch a few winks during the day.
I don't have a problem sleeping, my family does. Isn't that the truth? It's hard to sleep while getting T-boned by a toddler.
And Yay! for someone who actually completes a remodel project.
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