Who Needs Sleep?

I do! I really, really do! However, this last week has been one that has prevented such happiness from occurring. I've been sick. Again. I wish those people who keep showing up to work sick would just suck it up and take a day off for once instead of sharing their germs with the world (aka me). I don't understand people who won't take a sick day because they are "saving" them! But that is a whole other story for another time. Matt has also started a new semester which means crazy schedule, lots of homework, and even less sleep for him. We make quite a pair. I had Monday off and was able to sleep and get a lot of things accomplished around the house. I had a rough night (not being able to breathe and constantly coughing will do that to you) but I made it through the day just fine because I was able to get up late and take things slow. Monday night I got to bed much later than I should have and then didn't sleep for more than an hour at a time. Bright and early Tuesday morning, we had to be to work at 7:00 am. I moved like a zombie through most of my 12 1/2 hour work day and we finally got home after 8:00 pm. But alas, the fates were against us. We had no food. Pregnant women need food. So we quickly made a list and went shopping (seeing as it was payday and all). Got home, unpacked groceries, made dinner, ate, had KILLER heartburn and then helped Matt with his homework. Got to bed well after midnight. Again. Didn't sleep well due to coughing, sniffling, potty breaks and heartburn. Again. Wednesday bright and early, to work by 7:00. After work had to eat and was able to enjoy almost an hour of relaxing before it was time for Matt's soccer game. Drove to Woods Cross, cheered on his team (who kicked butt and won 13-6), got home, made dinner, and surprisingly was able to get to bed BEFORE midnight. (11:32 pm) Hooray! Slept better than the last couple days, but was still up several times. Thursday morning, bright and early, to work by 7:00....I realize being in your third trimester and then becoming a new mother, you don't sleep anyway. So really I need to just suck it up and as Scar put it "Be prepared". I lived through 4 1/2 years of college, so I learned how to go for weeks on end without sleep. I can do this again! I keep a picture of Dori in my head, "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming!" The reason I share this vastly boring tale of my week with you all is not to complain about my lack of sleep (though it may seem otherwise). I must confess my real beef is with those always too happy "morning people" who feel the need to greet you EVERY MORNING with a cheery "good morning!" in a sing-song voice. From the moment you enter a workplace its all you hear coming at you from every side, like being pelted with giant paintballs and having nowhere to hide: "good morning!" "good morning!" I really wish someone would tell me what the hell is so good about it!? (I'm not a morning person. Have I surprised you?) I do much better when I can sit at my desk and slowly come to life in my own time. Without useless chit-chat over no-one-cares events. I emerge from the darkness of the morning fog around 9:00 or 10:00. Then I am capable of being a polite human being once again. But really, I have never understood the phrase "Good morning". It's a greeting that comes across more as a declaration. You must have a good morning! Or you must believe this morning is a particularly good one because I told you to! Why can't people just say "hi"," hello", "greetings", "ciao" even (make us seem more exotic), anything but my least favorite phrase in the english language. I don't need to be reminded its morning, my pounding head has made me well aware. And please don't tell me its good. I'm at work. If I were in Hawaii waking up to a beautiful sunny day in my beach house, with Matt lying next to me then yes, THAT would constitute a "good morning". But don't lie to me. Mornings that begin with waking up feeling sick, puking as I climb in the car, and having to rush to get to work by 7:00 are never good. In the words of Lorelai Gilmore "Hate early! Must kill early!"

Text Stalker

So last night I was laying in bed, not quite asleep yet but working on it, when I received the following text from my friend Errin:

"R you sight it"

This text came from out of the blue so at first I thought maybe she sent it to me by mistake. I wrote her back and asked what it meant, with no reply. Then I thought maybe it had to do with an earlier conversation we had had and she was asking if I was excited in some funky "text language" I just didn't get. Well I got to work this morning and asked her about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. She had gone to bed early and wasn't even awake when the mysterious text came t0 me at 10:26pm. Errin thought I had made the whole incident up, or dreamt it, or something until she opened her sent messages and sure enough, the message had come from her phone. Now I've heard of phones taking pictures on their own in your pocket or purse because the little camera button gets bumped. But I can't imagine her cell phone could have selected to send a text message, pulled my name out of the contacts, typed up the random words, and then pushed send unless the thing is posessed! The only explanation that leaves is that Errin text me in her sleep last night. How funny is that? So apparently I have a text stalker who contacts me in her sleep. Awesome!

I now feel it is my duty to warn those of you who are addicted to text messaging. Watch out because after you've fallen asleep, its possible your over-worked thumb muscles will start spasming and find your phone to text someone without your knowledge. You too could end up a text stalker, so please be careful. You have been warned.