Things That Go Bump in the Night

Scott and I were laying back-to-back this morning, with our heels touching. I was in my final snooze when all of a sudden, BLAM BLAM BLAM - he kicked me three times (in the bottom of my heel, with his heel). A whole list of things went through my mind, including most prominently, "did I oversleep?" I looked at the clock and saw 6:02 - one minute before my final snooze would go off - so I did the logical thing.

I kicked him back, as hard as I could.

He didn't even budge. That's when I realized he was fast asleep and I felt bad for kicking him back. When my alarm went off, I asked him if he knew he had kicked me. He said he dreamed he was kicking someone.

I'm glad we were laying the way we were. I imagine that would've actually hurt if he'd kicked me in the shin instead!

Whirlwind

Time flies when you sleep until 11:30!

That's today's public service announcement. I woke up and realized I should have already been in and out of the shower. Oh well, I still made it out the door on time. As a result of my extended slumber (in my defense, I was up past 2 am), I have nothing interesting to say about my day.

Except this: I had several "LOL" moments in President Obama's speech to the White House Correspondents Association dinner last night. I didn't watch Jay Leno's portion, because I'm still boycotting him. And because I don't think he's funny. And in related news, Scott DVR'ed the Conan interview on 60 Minutes tonight. I'm looking forward to watching that soon!

In Bed

...it's not just for fortune cookies anymore!

Where was I until noon? In bed, asleep.

Where was I from 3 to 6:45? In bed, asleep.

Where would I like to be right now? you get the picture.

In my defense, I am coming down with something. I had a sore throat and a cough most of the day yesterday, so I took Nyquil last night when Scott came home (which was actually around 2 this morning). It feels like I got the sleep effects from the entire bottle of Nyquil from one little shot!

Going to try to stay awake for all my favorite Monday night TV... I guess we'll see about that!

Back to Work

Yesterday I finally achieved the golden dream: sleeping in past 9 am. I can't remember all the reasons why, but I know I didn't get to sleep in at all last weekend. And then this week, Monday I went to work and Tuesday I got up to make cookies for breakfast (it was Christmas - normal rules of consumption do not apply). And then Tuesday night I did a shot of Nyquil. And woke up at 11:30 Wednesday morning.

...and then I pretty much did nothing for the rest of the day. I laid in bed with the heating pad alternately over my uterus and under my back. I played on the computer. And I did 3 loads of laundry and unloaded the dishwasher. OK, that's something.

At any rate, I woke up this morning feeling so peaceful and well-rested that it's almost like I had a whole week off. Scott is still sick, and I can feel myself coming down with it. But for this one particular moment in time, I feel good.

**knock wood**

About That "Good Sleep"

After blogging last night, I had a glass of wine and then went to bed. I think I fell asleep a little bit after 10, and then slept through until a little after 8 this morning (the alarm was set for 9). I did get up to pee around 11. When I came back to bed, Scott was watching The Daily Show and I said, "oh look - it's that show that I watch when I'm not asleep" while climbing back into bed. I was unconscious within a minute. Also, I'm not entirely sure that's what I said. It's what I think I said, but at night the two are sometimes vastly different.

Goodbye, weekend. Today I shall return to work and try not to whine about my sore feet to my coworkers!