Monday, November 21, 2011

This is Just What Happens When I'm Up Most of the Night

I'm doing my daily blog post at in...the afternoon.  Which is not the normal time I do my blog post.  I usually do it in the morning...because that's when my mind is fresh, I'm calm, and I've had a pretty decent night sleep.

None of those things are happening at this minute.

Because of that fact, I can not be held responsible or liable for the stuff that will appear on this page in the next twenty minutes or so.  Maybe longer.

Last night - well, this morning, if you're going to be technical - let's be exact and say at 2am this morning, I was awoken by Peanut telling me that Jelly had puked.  Yay!! 

Poor Peanut.  Sharing a bedroom with her little sister has it's downfalls - like being woken up in the middle of the night when Jelly wants to watch cartoons and then decides she needs to puke all over herself and her bed. 

I got up and did my motherly duties - which means cleaning up the puke off of Jelly, the bed, and the carpet.  I got her all clean, changed, and back in bed...and thought I'd be OK only having been out of bed about half an hour or so.

I was wrong.

Just as I laid back down, got good and comfy...there was Peanut at my bedroom door again.

Round two of the puking had commenced the moment I had decided it was safe to return to bed.  So, I repeated the process from before...except this time, I couldn't go back to bed - cause I just knew that the minute my head hit the world of slumber....I'd be up again.

Of course, after sitting there on the couch for an hour....watching my little Jelly drifting back off to sleep herself...there was no more episodes.

It was almost 4am by this point.  The time my alarm usually goes off. 

I thought what the heck and decided to go back to bed....even if it was for half hour or so.  Which, of course, ended up being for an hour and a half...and so my behind didn't get dragged out of bed until almost 5:30.

So, that's why I didn't get to do my blog post this morning.  And ya'll know how I get if I don't start my day off with the regular routine.  You do know, right?  I've told you over and over how I get cranky and crabby if my day doesn't start with a cup of coffee and me sitting in front of my computer typing up my blog post.

I didn't even get a cup of decent coffee before I had to leave for work.  I had to settle for instant coffee... YUCK!! 

Today has been a long day.  I'm exhausted.  I got about 3 hours of sleep last night...interrupted sleep.  I'm not really crabby or cranky...really.  I'm just flustered cause my day was all out of whack, and all I wanted to do was sleep, and the kids were all crazy because of it being a holiday week and all that.

While in this state, I made the rash decision at work to not attend the holiday party that's taking place December 2nd.  I decided because of the price of the menu.  It's pricey...and for some reason, I've gone into this mindset where I'm being careful with my money.  I know what you're thinking - who is this person and what did she do with the real Mad, Fat Woman?  Never fear, I am here....just being cautious of my spending...cause every penny saved is another penny that I can spend on the kids for Christmas.  And Secret Santa...that is also taking place at work.

See, I've got my priorities straight.

No food = more presents. 

That's a plus for the weight loss thing, right?  Instead of spending $30 on a Filet Mignon, I can spend that money on stuff my kids can open Christmas morning....and that's so much more satisfying.  Really, it is...I'm not being sarcastic.

Speaking of which - my scales are broken.  They must be.  They are saying that I've somehow gained 4lbs this past week.  That's just ridonculous.  I may not have been a saint with my eating - but I know I haven't eaten enough to turn the scales up that much.  Stupid scales.

It must be Aunt Flo.

That evil witch is back again.  And she's getting the blame, again.  It has to be her fault...or the scales are broken.  I'm willing to take either of those excuses reasons.

I've gotten to that stage where I feel frumpy and fat again.  That's not good...and it is.  Because when I get like this, I start getting psycho with my eating...and even with working out.  I refuse to let myself get back to the depressed, sad person I once was.  I don't like her - and I don't want her back in my life.  She's coming, though...I can hear her knocking at the door.

I'm not letting her in.

No matter how much she knocks.  No matter how much she begs.  That bitch can camp outside in the freezing cold....she's never getting back in to my life. 

See what I mean?  It's not good when I write in the afternoon...when I'm tired...and kinda crabby and cranky.  I start saying crazy weird stuff.  I'm actually talking about leaving a part of my past freezing outside in the it's a real person.  Holy Mother of Crazy....It must be time for me to stop.

I'm off to the rest. 

Talk to you again in the morning....when my mind is calm, clear, and at peace.

Till next time. ;)
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  1. Hope everyone is feeling well in your household. This was a hoot!!!!! If it gives you any consolation (but it won't) I used to gain as much as 10 pounds before my period. SO glad that's over. I just LOVE my hot flashes. (Sarcasm...)

  2. Puking kids in the middle of the night is never fun. Hopefully you'll get some sleep tonight!

  3. Did you ever get my message about the Mirena?

  4. I did get your message - but I'm not using the Mirena. I'm using a copper implant - but that's not the problem. I've been having issues for a while now. In fact, I had more success while using the Mirena than I'm having now.


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