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5.02.2008

Must....Stay.....Awake

Apparently that intangible weirdness that I blogged about yesterday snuck over to my house while I was driving home, because when I got there, there it was in all it's random glory. Even Smoodge got the vibe. She fell asleep on the drive home, which she does occasionally, and then she'll either just go down for the night or sleep for a few hours, wake up to eat, then go back to bed. Not last night. Last night as soon as I her into her bed she started crying like someone was pinching the skin on the back of her arm as hard as they could. Which is unusual for her because she rarely cries. Not for real anyway. So moving right along, she goes to bed, and then I'm trying to get stuff done before I head to bed. When I get finished, I notice that it's 1 in the morning. WTF? Did the weird vibe that snuck into my apartment set all my clocks forward 3 hours because I could swear it was closer to 10pm! I head off to bed, and immediately start having a nightmare. But not a bad nightmare. One of those nightmares that you know when you wake up should have disturbed you, but you're actually secretly glad you had it. My 'nightmare' was about strangling a certain home-wrecker in a bathtub over and over again. Like I said, for all intents and purposes, it should have been a nightmare. Yeah, a nightmare I woke up smiling from.

Oh how appropriate. The Edge is playing 'Psycho' right now.... Maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the one who is a schizophrenic psycho....

Anyway, good bad dream gone, wake up, and The Smoodge is not only awake, but has gone into the living room and brought some of her toys to play with into the bedroom next to the bed. It's two in the morning. I pull her into bed with me, and she's having none of it. Not even a little bit. And so I stay up with her, trying to convince her to go to bed, until around 5:30am she begins to show a little bit of interest in the milk I had prepared for her. I EVEN PUT CHOCOLATE IN IT TO ENTICE HER, and she passed. Where is my baby and who is this alien child that's been put in her place? She takes the milk, and finally I'm able to fall asleep at about 5:55am. My alarm goes off at 6:00am. Ugh. I hit snooze long enough that even the alarm gives up on me, my back up alarm (The Smoodge) is sound asleep, and I wake up at 7:45am, and realize I have to be dressed, get The Smoodge dressed, drive her to daycare, fight through traffic, and be at work in 15 minutes. And of course there's the last minute poo The Smoodge is famous for. Yeah. Right. Like that's going to happen.

But I'm at work now, and my lunch meeting has been cancelled, and what I thought might be a good day is turning out to be probably the LONGEST DAY IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. I'm currently searching for tooth picks to prop my eye lids open. Otherwise there is a very good chance there will be a drool spot on the desk here pretty quick.

1 comments:

April D. said...

Oh that sucks. But the toothpicks and drool spot comments were funny!