Oh What A Night

I'm not feeling so hot this morning.  Not because I'm sick - or getting sick.  Because I had a terrible night's sleep.  Jelly has decided, now that she's almost 5, that it's time to start sleeping in my bed.  Which doesn't really bother me that much.  I mean, Hubby works at night, so I have king size bed all to myself.  Plus, when Hubby isn't home, Jelly knows that she has to sleep in her own bed. 

But, you would think with a king size bed, I wouldn't even notice that she's in the bed with me - right?  Yeah.  Right.  Not.

The child insists on sleeping right up against my back.  I have about a me wide part of the bed to sleep on - and then there's Jelly snuggled up right against me.  If I decide to turn over in the night, or move at all, I have to wake up and do it - otherwise I'll end up on the floor.  There's just not enough room for me to maneuver myself.

I've even tried sliding her over after she goes to sleep - but that's a losing battle.  She'll stay in the middle of the bed for a few minutes, then she's right up against me...barricading me on to the edge of the bed.  And I'm a belly sleeper.  Meaning I sleep on my stomach.  I like one knee bent up and my arms under the pillow.  But, when there's a body right next to me - I end up with her legs over my bent up knee, her head on top of my arms.  

If that's not bad enough, I also have a cat that waits until 2 or 3am to climb in to bed, and then tries to snuggle IN BETWEEN Jelly and I.  Urm.  I mentioned that there's not any room between Jelly and I, right?  And there's no room between me and the edge of the bed.  So, then adding a cat that tries to push herself in to the mix - and that makes for one very ticked off, uncomfortable, not sleeping Momma.  I finally had to kick Katniss out of the room a little after 3am, because she was driving me nutso.  It took 3.2 seconds to get out of bed, put the cat out, and shut the bedroom door... but that was long enough for Jelly to inch herself even further over to my side. 

And if children and cats weren't even enough to mess with my much needed sleep - let's throw in a good ol' nightmare, shall we?  Seriously.  Was I just not supposed to sleep at all last night?  And I would have gladly taken a nightmare about monsters or vampires or things that go bump in the night.  But, no, I get the nightmare of teachers taking over my classroom, laughing at me, telling me I can't teach.  Past principals popping up to discuss me with my current principal - and telling her how terrible of a teacher I am, and how I should be fired.  UGH!  UGH!! And double UGH!!

So, it's no wonder that I'm ready to hook up a coffee IV this morning.  Not only that, but my legs and back ache from the uncomfortable maneuvers and positions I had to perform last night.  I think my Jelly is in for a rude awakening tonight.  She's sleeping in her own bed.  And the cat can go sleep with her. 

I did get to have a good chuckle when I finally got out of bed, though.  Before I grabbed my first cup of coffee, I decided to have a stand on the scale.  It said 237lbs.  I was like WHAT??  That can't be right.  So, I stood on it again - and that time it said 227lbs.  I lost 12lbs in a matter of days, and another 10lbs in a matter of seconds.  I have the best scale in the world!!  Or, the batteries are running out.  Don't you just hate it when stuff like that happens?  I decided to pull out my other scale, and confirmed that there has been no MAJOR weight loss over the past few days.  No weight loss at all, unfortunately.  I'm still sitting not-so-pretty at 249lbs.  The other block implanted in to my life.

I'm starting to think that if the scale ever shows me a number different from that one, when it's actually working, I might pass out.  I've been stuck there for several weeks, now.  It doesn't go up, and it doesn't go down. 

Which, I guess is good and bad.  It's good because while I'm not focusing on my weight loss at this very moment, having a weight that is staying the same means that I'm not gaining weight.  When I'm not gaining, I'm happy.  But it's bad because I'm not losing weight, either, and the only way that will happen is if I start doing something about it.  I also think, though, that it won't be too much longer before that does really start to change.  I'm getting some little urks and feelings of wanting to do some exercise and I'm back to thinking about what I'm eating.  That tells me that I'm starting to get comfortable with my new routines and demands, and I'm ready to start upping the ante.  I just need to find a niche to add to my already crammed schedule.  I'm sure something will open up soon.

Well, it's time for me to think about getting ready for work.  I just hope that everything goes smoothly today, being that I might be a little crabby from a lack of sleep.  I had to yell at my kiddos, again, yesterday due to being disrespectful and not following directions.  I hate having to do that.  On Monday, they were awesome.  Yesterday?  Not so much.  I know it's all the changes that are taking place - and changes get them all out of whack.  They really are an awesome bunch of kids - and it hurts their feelings when I have to get tough with them.  Which then hurts my feelings.  It's a vicious cycle - but I also know it's needed.  They really love it when I'm proud of them...and it hurts them when I'm not.  And for them to already be this concerned with those kinds of feelings is amazing.  I have a niggling feeling that today is going to be A-OK.

Till next time. ;)

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