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My brain has been misfiring a lot lately and I keep misplacing things. Important things. I lost my cell phone last week. It stayed lost for days. Being cell-less was weird and actually pretty wonderful for a while. Except I realized that I don't know any of my children's phone numbers. Or anyone's current cell number. Luckily, I do have a friend who still has the same phone number she had 14 years ago and even luckier she has my kid's numbers on her cell.
She's my bff from bc -before cells that is.
I tried to prove to myself that I'm not completely brain dead but I'm not sure the ability to rattle off phone numbers from when I was 9 proves much.
Problem is I've not been sleeping well. Sleep is chocolate dipped truffles served with the sounds of waves crashing in the background while elves play acoustic guitar. Not Keebler elves mind you but the tall androgynous kind of elves from Lord Of The Rings. I'm sure they could play pretty awesome acoustic guitar.
I got up the other night after a few hours snooze and talked my oldest son into watching The Walking Dead, which I had never seen before; he seemed a bit confused that I wanted to watch it. Roku should not, I repeat, should not, automatically play the next episode of a t.v. show. Partially frozen by horror, lack of sleep and by anticipation I lost track of how late it was until my night-owl of a son finally left the room saying he had to be able to get up for work in the morning.
Now I'm contributing to the delinquency of minors- well, at least he's not technically a minor anymore.
I always do this lack of sleep dance when I'm really over-extended because that's precisely when the only time left available to wind down is the time when I should be sleeping. And perhaps also because that's when I start drinking a tad bit too much coffee. But no more said about that. Mentioning possible over-consumption of coffee to a mom, any mom, is as savvy as asking an angry woman what time of the month it is.
Instead of focusing on drinking less coffee I've spent the last two days trying to drink more water on the obviously faulty theory that being full of water will keep me from wanting to drink coffee, which in turn will help me sleep more. This has not been a success.
The whole point of this post is that on top of everything else going on I rashly promised my older kids that I would join them in a writing project due this weekend- we are all supposed to write a short story based off of a theme one of them dreamt up. The point you ask? Oh yes, since I should be spending my limited writing time fulfilling my assignment I'm procrastinating with public grousing. It makes perfect sense.
So...
If you hear sloshing and see a frazzled woman who has lost her keys and should be writing a short story, that would be me.
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My brain has been misfiring a lot lately and I keep misplacing things. Important things. I lost my cell phone last week. It stayed lost for days. Being cell-less was weird and actually pretty wonderful for a while. Except I realized that I don't know any of my children's phone numbers. Or anyone's current cell number. Luckily, I do have a friend who still has the same phone number she had 14 years ago and even luckier she has my kid's numbers on her cell.
She's my bff from bc -before cells that is.
I tried to prove to myself that I'm not completely brain dead but I'm not sure the ability to rattle off phone numbers from when I was 9 proves much.
Problem is I've not been sleeping well. Sleep is chocolate dipped truffles served with the sounds of waves crashing in the background while elves play acoustic guitar. Not Keebler elves mind you but the tall androgynous kind of elves from Lord Of The Rings. I'm sure they could play pretty awesome acoustic guitar.
I got up the other night after a few hours snooze and talked my oldest son into watching The Walking Dead, which I had never seen before; he seemed a bit confused that I wanted to watch it. Roku should not, I repeat, should not, automatically play the next episode of a t.v. show. Partially frozen by horror, lack of sleep and by anticipation I lost track of how late it was until my night-owl of a son finally left the room saying he had to be able to get up for work in the morning.
Now I'm contributing to the delinquency of minors- well, at least he's not technically a minor anymore.
I always do this lack of sleep dance when I'm really over-extended because that's precisely when the only time left available to wind down is the time when I should be sleeping. And perhaps also because that's when I start drinking a tad bit too much coffee. But no more said about that. Mentioning possible over-consumption of coffee to a mom, any mom, is as savvy as asking an angry woman what time of the month it is.
Instead of focusing on drinking less coffee I've spent the last two days trying to drink more water on the obviously faulty theory that being full of water will keep me from wanting to drink coffee, which in turn will help me sleep more. This has not been a success.
The whole point of this post is that on top of everything else going on I rashly promised my older kids that I would join them in a writing project due this weekend- we are all supposed to write a short story based off of a theme one of them dreamt up. The point you ask? Oh yes, since I should be spending my limited writing time fulfilling my assignment I'm procrastinating with public grousing. It makes perfect sense.
So...
If you hear sloshing and see a frazzled woman who has lost her keys and should be writing a short story, that would be me.
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