Success...I completed Jammin's Wizard costume just in time. Please don't look too close or you might see the many mistakes my magic fingers created. And watch the skies tonight. You might just see a cute witch flying low.
Um - no, because on 4-5 hours of disjointed sleep I don't think I have the brain awareness to be truly creative enough.
Participate in NaBloPoMo?
Um - I'll think about it. I've got 5 days to make a decision. I never participated before but I never had a reason to before because I was actually posting almost every day anyway. Yes, my posting has seriously been affected by this whole 4-5 hours of disjointed sleep.
Um - yes, that way I might actually get 6-7 hours of disjointed sleep instead of just 4-5.
And yes, it is fun to say "disjointed sleep."
OH - and after reading back through this post I'm aware that my writing really SUCKS. That is because I am surviving on 6 months worth of disjointed sleep.
"What ever happened to the Mid-wife's bill?" Dave asked Thursday evening as I was brushing my teeth.
"What do you mean? I paid it."
"WHAT?!?" Dave's voice rose to a higher pitch. "Why?"
"Well, I made a few phone calls and everyone I spoke to made it clear to me there was nothing I could do." I explained. "I figured we just had to bite it." (plus, I had a new baby and was too tired and mentally exhausted to try and fight the damn thing.)
"Why didn't you tell me?" Dave asked, a little angry. "I would have made the phone call."
"I did tell you." I sighed, "I was bitching about the bill while I wrote the check. You were standing in the kitchen at the time."
"I don't remember that. Where's the bill? I'm going to call in the morning. We are not going to pay and extra $600. This is bullshit." Anger rippled through his body. I know it was not directed at me, but at the insurance companies.
So, I dug through the many files and found the bill and handed it to Dave.
Friday morning, Dave made a few phone calls.
Friday afternoon, Dave informed me of his success. "What did I tell you? When you have a problem like this, give it to me. I'll take care of it." His chest and head strut a bit. "I can't believe you didn't let me know in the first place. It just took a few calls and a bit of insistence on my part. You can't let them push you around. I just saved us $600."
I smiled, "Okay Mr. Man. From now on I'll let you deal with ALL the insurance crap."
"That's not what I meant." His voice changed quickly. "You just let me know whenever there is a problem. I'll make those important phone calls. Communicate with me." He strut from the room.
Yes, Mr. Man. You were needed. You came to my rescue. Next time I won't hesitate to let you take care of the problems. You are the big guns in this family. OH, and for the record..... Thank You.
Prior to October 9 the Caboose was sleeping a 4-5 hour stint every evening. He'd fall asleep around 9pm and wake up to eat some time between 1am and 2am. Then, he'd fall back asleep until 4am for another feeding and then back to sleep until morning. I was sleepy but used to the routine.
October 9th the Caboose visited the doctor for his four month check-up. He had three shots plus one oral vaccination. He hasn't slept longer than 3 hours since.
He is waking up consistently every 2-1/2 hours wanting to nurse. I started him on rice cereal thinking that would help. It hasn't.
I don't think he is truly hungry - I think he wants comfort. Sure I could let him scream it out but then no one gets any sleep. And at this point - I need every 30 minutes of sleep I can get.
If you haven't read the Twilight series - then the following letter will make no sense to you. And if you've just started reading the series - then I'll try and not let any spoilers loose. The following is my reaction after finishing Eclipse last night. I'll start Breaking Dawn later.
I completely understand how you feel about Edward. You love him to death. He's gorgeous, rich, classy, smells nice, and when he kisses you the excitement inside makes you want to explode. First loves are always like this, especially when you are in love with the "Bad Boy". And sweetheart, Edward is a bad boy.
I know you've completely made your decision regarding your future, but Bella, please take the following advice to heart. Go to college and enjoy the four years there. In the grand scheme of things, four years is NOTHING. Eighteen is awfully young to be deciding for an eternity. Trust me, four years of college will not only be eye opening but your mind will expand so much more.
Take it from me, someone who is quickly approaching the 40 mark, that being 22 or 23 isn't a bad age. In fact, it is a wonderful age and time to be alive. And college is incredible. Find friends, learn about the world, and yourself. Heck, go party and get drunk a couple of times. Experience life, girl, as an adult before you give yourself a death sentence.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll realize there is more to life than the "flashy" heartbeat you feel for Edward. Maybe you'll realize that loving Jacob means so much more....not having to give up family, friends, or people. Not having to let go of warmth and those experiences that make life worth living...children, Bella, and grandchildren.
Sure it is nice to be in love with a man. But there is more to life. More to life than sex. I can't put it any plainer.
PS Do I need to explain how really arrogant and controlling Edward is?
First -I'd like to apologize for not posting last week's Fun Monday. My weekend got away from me and Monday came around way too fast for me to be creative.
Tracey, i-post, asked everyone to Doodle for us today. Sure enough - I actually could handle that assignment without even bating an eye. I pulled out my piece of paper - wrote a big old RED 9 and off I went....
Oops, I forgot the analysis:
I started in the middle and worked out and then worked back in again: This shows I'm introverted....or maybe just tired.
I used markers - so light and dark had no meaning.....except that maybe I'm tired.
I have a few dots: which could mean I have a fragmented personality or am extremely unstable. I think it might just mean I'm really tired.
I have some flowers- which indicates I'm romantic in nature. (I am, when I'm not tired)
I have my name on there - which indicates I have an identity problem (I blame this on me being tired)
And finally - I think this is probably a zigzag maze....which means I am trying to revert back to my childhood to escape the harsh realities of some threatening situation in my life....which really means I need more sleep.
That is what happens to your mind when you have a new baby.