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Ever wanted to see what a real zombie looks like? Come over here and I'll show you. Although I'm more in the "Sleeeeeeeeep!" department than "Braaaaaains!"
Of course this is all hubby's fault. HE gave me that shiny new Kindle (OMG!OMG!OMG!) which kept me up until half past midnight. And then when I did go to bed I was still all buzzing with it and couldn't stop my brain thinking about everything in the universe and then some, until I passed by the point of sleepy and went into the very bad territory of staring into space, completely awake. Took some melatonin and slipped into a fuzzy kind of semi-coma but still not asleep.
Not helped by hubby once again doing arm exercises in his sleep. Seriously, he has this thing where he puts his elbow in the air, hand on his head. Then his arm starts slipping, only to jerk back into an upright position. Sometimes he doesn't even put his hand on his head, his arm is just straight up into the air then it keeps falling down and he jerks it back up again. I mean, really? WTH? So I spent half the night grabbing his hand and putting it down by his side. Again and again and again. And if he rolled over on his back he snored like a grizzly bear. Aaaargh!
I let him handle the kids this morning while I tried to get a couple of extra hours in bed. The first hour nothing happened. Not until I heard the door close behind them must I have fallen into some kind of coma because I dreamt we were visiting my dad and him and his whole family were like "Oh, hi!" when they saw us. No hugs or anything. And I finally just asked him and turns out he didn't really want me to come. And I was crying so hard while trying to tell him it wasn't my fault we hardly ever come to visit, we just can't afford it. And he just didn't care, he'd apparently decided he wanted nothing more to do with me. Okay, I might have some daddy issues.
This then bizzarly enough changed into a dream about gay boys flirting and my sister showing me some new amazing vibrator she'd bought (and by showing I mean showing o.O) and then the alarm went off and I woke up, feeling sick and dizzy and really not fit to drive to work but I kinda had to and thankfully I didn't crash.
And to think it's only Tuesday. I have the whole week to look forward to. *kills self* Only not really because then I can't play with my new Kindle. (OMG! OMG! OMG!)
Of course this is all hubby's fault. HE gave me that shiny new Kindle (OMG!OMG!OMG!) which kept me up until half past midnight. And then when I did go to bed I was still all buzzing with it and couldn't stop my brain thinking about everything in the universe and then some, until I passed by the point of sleepy and went into the very bad territory of staring into space, completely awake. Took some melatonin and slipped into a fuzzy kind of semi-coma but still not asleep.
Not helped by hubby once again doing arm exercises in his sleep. Seriously, he has this thing where he puts his elbow in the air, hand on his head. Then his arm starts slipping, only to jerk back into an upright position. Sometimes he doesn't even put his hand on his head, his arm is just straight up into the air then it keeps falling down and he jerks it back up again. I mean, really? WTH? So I spent half the night grabbing his hand and putting it down by his side. Again and again and again. And if he rolled over on his back he snored like a grizzly bear. Aaaargh!
I let him handle the kids this morning while I tried to get a couple of extra hours in bed. The first hour nothing happened. Not until I heard the door close behind them must I have fallen into some kind of coma because I dreamt we were visiting my dad and him and his whole family were like "Oh, hi!" when they saw us. No hugs or anything. And I finally just asked him and turns out he didn't really want me to come. And I was crying so hard while trying to tell him it wasn't my fault we hardly ever come to visit, we just can't afford it. And he just didn't care, he'd apparently decided he wanted nothing more to do with me. Okay, I might have some daddy issues.
This then bizzarly enough changed into a dream about gay boys flirting and my sister showing me some new amazing vibrator she'd bought (and by showing I mean showing o.O) and then the alarm went off and I woke up, feeling sick and dizzy and really not fit to drive to work but I kinda had to and thankfully I didn't crash.
And to think it's only Tuesday. I have the whole week to look forward to. *kills self* Only not really because then I can't play with my new Kindle. (OMG! OMG! OMG!)