Birthday Wishes
Birthday shouts out on the 21st to Grandpa D4, the 22nd to Grandma K. and today to my nephew, DJ Sammy J, who turns the ripe age of two.
Ach mein Gott, what a day. First, I didn't get to sleep until 2:00 a.m. this morning. I think I am starting to get a cold. You know when you first get that snotty feeling in the back of your throat and you start having to hork and swallow a lot and you think--crap, I'm getting a cold? That feeling? Yeah, that's the feeling I had. Tonight I will sleep with my head propped up a little more, maybe that will help.
Second, I am desperately trying to wean myself from nighttime sleep aids. Tylenol PM is not working for me at all, in fact is having the opposite effect and is making me feel more wired. I think I have built up too much of a tolerance to it after taking it for three or more years. I may have to switch back to Advil PM. I had a few nice, soothing drugs that my doctor prescribed for anxiety that I used for a few nights...man, now that was quality sleep. But now I'm out of them and Hans refuses to let me get more. I guess he likes me crabby and sleep deprived. Tonight I may try some Benedryl.
I feel like such a druggie.
Third, we are definitely coming home, November 9-30, so I was tossing and turning worrying about every aspect of the trip. Am I crazy for travelling alone with two little people under the age of five? What if Annika is a holy terror? What if they throw us off the plane? What if the plane breaks in half and crashes on a remote island in the Atlantic? Will there be hatches and flying clouds of black evil and Others and a terribly hot guy to stand up as leader of the crash survivors? Assuming we survive?
I have only just begun to try to decide what to do with ourselves, as in: where do I go first? How long do I stay there and where do I go after that? How do I fit everyone in and not leave anyone out? I am making a schematic and I will notify everyone when I have decided. I will do my best to spend a little time with everyone, OK?
That is all.
Ach mein Gott, what a day. First, I didn't get to sleep until 2:00 a.m. this morning. I think I am starting to get a cold. You know when you first get that snotty feeling in the back of your throat and you start having to hork and swallow a lot and you think--crap, I'm getting a cold? That feeling? Yeah, that's the feeling I had. Tonight I will sleep with my head propped up a little more, maybe that will help.
Second, I am desperately trying to wean myself from nighttime sleep aids. Tylenol PM is not working for me at all, in fact is having the opposite effect and is making me feel more wired. I think I have built up too much of a tolerance to it after taking it for three or more years. I may have to switch back to Advil PM. I had a few nice, soothing drugs that my doctor prescribed for anxiety that I used for a few nights...man, now that was quality sleep. But now I'm out of them and Hans refuses to let me get more. I guess he likes me crabby and sleep deprived. Tonight I may try some Benedryl.
I feel like such a druggie.
Third, we are definitely coming home, November 9-30, so I was tossing and turning worrying about every aspect of the trip. Am I crazy for travelling alone with two little people under the age of five? What if Annika is a holy terror? What if they throw us off the plane? What if the plane breaks in half and crashes on a remote island in the Atlantic? Will there be hatches and flying clouds of black evil and Others and a terribly hot guy to stand up as leader of the crash survivors? Assuming we survive?
I have only just begun to try to decide what to do with ourselves, as in: where do I go first? How long do I stay there and where do I go after that? How do I fit everyone in and not leave anyone out? I am making a schematic and I will notify everyone when I have decided. I will do my best to spend a little time with everyone, OK?
That is all.
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Incidentally, the idea of Hans being the leader of a bunch of survivors of a plane crash fills me with foreboding, for some reason. I cannot explain just why, though.
But, yeah, I meant more like a Matthew Fox-ish type.