Christmas-y things

I sneezed on someone today.

I'm not proud of it.

A complete stranger in the grocery store came to get milk, and left with milk plus my snot.

I HATE being sick.

I tried really hard not to be all "woe is me" because it's Christmas and Luke is home and I was with family... Luckily (sorry dad...) Dad had the same whatever that I have... so together we were pretty pitiful. My poor mother.

Before I got sick I hurt my back... like an old lady - WHAT is going on? I can't complain too much... Doc sent me the good pills (the kind that make large family gatherings easier).

Anyways... It's been really great visiting with friends and family and all - but I'm done with this cold. DONE.

Conversation between the husband and me today:

Me: I hate that I've been sick.... I haven't been awake for a full day in almost a week.
Husband: .... yeah? :he looks at me over his glasses... nose pointed down:
Me: Well... I guess that's not so abnormal... I'm just sorry I'm sick.
Husband: Yeah, I thought that's what you meant.

To the individual I sneezed on: I'm really sorry... it sneaked up on me... I'm normally not so disgusting.

I love Christmas.... it's possibly my favorite time of year - but I haven't been able to enjoy it as much as normal. I did manage to keep my scrooge-ness to myself (that is until now). You won't get a "bah humbug" out of me; I still have enjoyed it all... minus the sneezing on strangers.

sleeeeeep - come to me!

Sleeping.

I haven't been doing much of that lately.

I've always been a CHAMPION sleeper. If it were an Olympic sport - I would WIN. Until lately...

I value sleep. Probably more than.... most of my friendships.

Not really! gosh... but, it's really important to me.

The problem isn't obvious (like it so often is...ha). I feeeeeel like a zombie. Caffeine has been necessary - except I'm not all that good at caffeine (usually I avoid it) - so I'm pretty bad with balance, as my friend Couch Amanda put it "Have you ever had so much caffeine that it feels like you have a hole in your head?" Errrr, yes... this week I HAVE!

Last night I was 110% sure I had found a winning (ewww, I can't "say" that without hearing Charlie Sheen... balls) ANYWAYS: Last night I was SO SURE I had found a solution: 2 glasses of wine. I started early. Around 7:30 or so.

Nope.

11:45 - a sleepy pill prescribed by my doctor (not the one with the grumpy receptionist - a different one with a rather cheery receptionist)

Nada.

1:30 - 2 bennadryl

Ugh... I think you get it.

I think I knocked out between 2 and 3.... only to wake up at 3:45.... and again at 5:50.

This is so uncool.

Tried something different tonight - even though I'm sluggish and exhausted and pa-retty cranky, I WORKED OUT.... assisted in dinner making (well, not really... but I did wash my hair and do the dishes.. both require lots of energy), made some S'more cupcakes (to make my husband popular at work) and now I'm blogging... which is obviously hard work. Short version: I've worn myself out. And it's late..... but I think maybe... JUST MAYBE I'll fall asleep and stay asleep until my alarm goes off.

Just like the old days.

You know, two weeks ago...

SWEET DREAMS!!!!

The photo: My sister and me doing some champion sleeping.


** leeeetle disclaimer: if this is gibberish, it must be due to the lack of sleep.