something snarly
I was a grumpy bear last night. In fact, I went to bed early, thanks to a major dose of Benadryl, and the none too subtle nudgings of the Impossible Son. "Mama, would you lay down with me? I'm tired, and I just want to go to bed. The thunder's scary. Please?"
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Which is probably why I was none too pleased to be awakened barely an hour later when the Husbandly One said Miss Impertinent wanted to be tucked in. So, being sleep-bleared and tweaked by that biological Mommy thing, I got up and went to do the tuck-in and the obligatory good night kiss, except as I reached to turn off the light, she chirped, "My tea?"
Every night, I make either a cup of Sleepy Time tea or Throat Soother's tea, depending on how she's feeling, with two teaspoons of local honey in it. This has made a huge difference in her allergies (much to our mutual relief), and it's become sort of a ritual for us. However, last night I had rather figured her papa had done it (he's done it before, no problem), and all I wanted to do was go back to bed and pass out again. Desperately.
I growled.
I made the damn tea.
And I went to bed, turning my back on the Husbandly One, and stolidly ignoring his overtures for cuddling. And more. I think I actually got a solid twelve hours of sleep, which was really nice. Especially since I haven't seen sleeping all that well lately, thanks to not being able to breathe all that well. Asthma sucks. Big time. Though to keep it in perspective, I'm much better than I've been, which is a Good Thing.
In other news, the Husbandly One wants to do a 5K tomorrow, which I'm not sure I'm ready for, and I have to admit, I'm somewhat apprehensive. But he pointed out I've been doing more than that daily, so...
*pause for nerves*
I am sure I will survive. Right?
*wibbles*
Of course, I may plant all four feet down, lay back my ears, and BALK. We'll see. It may be just what I need to get me out of my current funk. I will be sure to let y'all know how it all worked out.
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Which is probably why I was none too pleased to be awakened barely an hour later when the Husbandly One said Miss Impertinent wanted to be tucked in. So, being sleep-bleared and tweaked by that biological Mommy thing, I got up and went to do the tuck-in and the obligatory good night kiss, except as I reached to turn off the light, she chirped, "My tea?"
Every night, I make either a cup of Sleepy Time tea or Throat Soother's tea, depending on how she's feeling, with two teaspoons of local honey in it. This has made a huge difference in her allergies (much to our mutual relief), and it's become sort of a ritual for us. However, last night I had rather figured her papa had done it (he's done it before, no problem), and all I wanted to do was go back to bed and pass out again. Desperately.
I growled.
I made the damn tea.
And I went to bed, turning my back on the Husbandly One, and stolidly ignoring his overtures for cuddling. And more. I think I actually got a solid twelve hours of sleep, which was really nice. Especially since I haven't seen sleeping all that well lately, thanks to not being able to breathe all that well. Asthma sucks. Big time. Though to keep it in perspective, I'm much better than I've been, which is a Good Thing.
In other news, the Husbandly One wants to do a 5K tomorrow, which I'm not sure I'm ready for, and I have to admit, I'm somewhat apprehensive. But he pointed out I've been doing more than that daily, so...
*pause for nerves*
I am sure I will survive. Right?
*wibbles*
Of course, I may plant all four feet down, lay back my ears, and BALK. We'll see. It may be just what I need to get me out of my current funk. I will be sure to let y'all know how it all worked out.