Please work ...
It is 7:24 a.m. and I have not gone to bed yet. My sleeping schedule is FUCKED.
I don't understand; I went from waking up each day at 5 a.m. to waking up at anywhere between 1:30 p.m. - 3:30 p.m.
I'm blaming the spider that I saw creeping towards me one night while I was in bed.
We're in a new apartment and we're waiting for a free weekend so that we can drive down to Los Banos and pick up my queen size bed. This means that the crappy full size mattress that I've had for the past six years is parked on the floor of our bedroom. Ya know, low enough so that huge spiders have easy access to climb up into my ear and eat it's way out through my eyeballs.
So I'm reading in bed ... I see something scurry and then stop abruptly. I make eye contact with the damn thing and it is not afraid of me. IT WAS MOCKING ME. It said it was gonna burrow a hole right through my left eye. That's my one good eye, the right one is worthless. I WAS NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY OF IT.
I somersault myself my pregnant ass outta bed and David sits straight up, "What's wrong?! Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?!".
"Um. I saw a spider ..."
"You. saw. a. spider."
"Yes. It was big."
And then the man sighed and went back to sleep. Go ahead and be frustrated with me ... you'll be sorry when your right eyeball is missing because a brown recluse spider was looking for a way out.
That night I couldn't bring myself to lay down and go to sleep. I stayed up all night, cleaning up the kitchen, putting dishes away and mopping the floors. I cleaned the bathroom and straightened up the living room. I surfed the internet. I was fighting the urge to vacuum but realized that our new neighbors might not appreciate the noise at 4:30 a.m.
I even sat staring at the clock, waiting for 5 a.m. to hit ... ya know, in the same manner that I used to stare at the clock on Christmas eve, wishing for midnight to strike so that I could open my gifts. Except in this case, I was waiting so that I could go and do laundry. Laundry.
I do all of our laundry and even yanked the sheets off of David to throw in the washer for good measure. If that spider was in there, I was gonna wash him out. I finish the laundry, fold it in our living room and get started on making some chicken adobo.
Yes, chicken adobo at 7 a.m. Note: Do not attempt to make any dish on no sleep. Your common sense is gone and you cannot even rely on yourself to follow a recipe, much less accurately measure any of the liquid ingredients. Cooking on no sleep = super salty adobo.
Anyway, I manage to fall asleep around noon (only after I laid on the couch on my side and placed two big pillows over the exposed ear) and don't wake up until early evening.
Ever since then, I haven't been able to fall asleep at a proper hour. I don't want to take any sleeping pills or any sort of medicine to make me drowsy. I've tried warm milk and walking back and forth throughout the complex to tire me out but no dice.
I hope that I can stay up until at least 6 p.m. tonight. I'll end up waking at the ass crack of dawn but that would be much better than what I'm doing now.
Gah. All this because of a fucking spider.
It really was big.
... I have to go get the laundry out of the dryer now.
I don't understand; I went from waking up each day at 5 a.m. to waking up at anywhere between 1:30 p.m. - 3:30 p.m.
I'm blaming the spider that I saw creeping towards me one night while I was in bed.
We're in a new apartment and we're waiting for a free weekend so that we can drive down to Los Banos and pick up my queen size bed. This means that the crappy full size mattress that I've had for the past six years is parked on the floor of our bedroom. Ya know, low enough so that huge spiders have easy access to climb up into my ear and eat it's way out through my eyeballs.
So I'm reading in bed ... I see something scurry and then stop abruptly. I make eye contact with the damn thing and it is not afraid of me. IT WAS MOCKING ME. It said it was gonna burrow a hole right through my left eye. That's my one good eye, the right one is worthless. I WAS NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY OF IT.
I somersault myself my pregnant ass outta bed and David sits straight up, "What's wrong?! Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?!".
"Um. I saw a spider ..."
"You. saw. a. spider."
"Yes. It was big."
And then the man sighed and went back to sleep. Go ahead and be frustrated with me ... you'll be sorry when your right eyeball is missing because a brown recluse spider was looking for a way out.
That night I couldn't bring myself to lay down and go to sleep. I stayed up all night, cleaning up the kitchen, putting dishes away and mopping the floors. I cleaned the bathroom and straightened up the living room. I surfed the internet. I was fighting the urge to vacuum but realized that our new neighbors might not appreciate the noise at 4:30 a.m.
I even sat staring at the clock, waiting for 5 a.m. to hit ... ya know, in the same manner that I used to stare at the clock on Christmas eve, wishing for midnight to strike so that I could open my gifts. Except in this case, I was waiting so that I could go and do laundry. Laundry.
I do all of our laundry and even yanked the sheets off of David to throw in the washer for good measure. If that spider was in there, I was gonna wash him out. I finish the laundry, fold it in our living room and get started on making some chicken adobo.
Yes, chicken adobo at 7 a.m. Note: Do not attempt to make any dish on no sleep. Your common sense is gone and you cannot even rely on yourself to follow a recipe, much less accurately measure any of the liquid ingredients. Cooking on no sleep = super salty adobo.
Anyway, I manage to fall asleep around noon (only after I laid on the couch on my side and placed two big pillows over the exposed ear) and don't wake up until early evening.
Ever since then, I haven't been able to fall asleep at a proper hour. I don't want to take any sleeping pills or any sort of medicine to make me drowsy. I've tried warm milk and walking back and forth throughout the complex to tire me out but no dice.
I hope that I can stay up until at least 6 p.m. tonight. I'll end up waking at the ass crack of dawn but that would be much better than what I'm doing now.
Gah. All this because of a fucking spider.
It really was big.
... I have to go get the laundry out of the dryer now.