Alive. ALIVE!
Well duh. Of course I’m alive. Dead people don’t sit down at computers to write in their blogs. Or do they? I should probably kick that one over to zombie expert Jenny.
Anyway, I’ve been engaged in a mad sleep-a-thon. A sleep-off, if you will. And guess what? I WIN. Why? Because I have undoubtedly slept more in the past three days than ANY of you. And that’s why I feel alive. ALIVE! This sleeping business…it’s really marvelous, as Lucy Ricardo would say. She always says things are marvelous. But the sleep? It really is something to marvel at because when you get enough of it? You feel SO. MUCH. BETTER.
You see, without going into too much detail, I’ve been dealing with an issue that has turned my whole life upside down — boy you turn me — inside out — and round and round…
SORRY. When I’m well-rested, I sometimes burst into song. That it was a Diana Ross song is just unfortunate. Disregard.
So yeah, this issue, which is not completely resolved as of yet, has stressed me out to the nth degree and apparently, my body and mind revolted and decided I should sleep. And sleep I did. And I feel trés awesome today. Maybe even happy.
But? I’m camping with Brownies this weekend and I’m feeling very apprehensive about that. I don’t know why, though. Even last year, when I had both my period AND a raging sinus infection, I still had fun. Well, minus the snoring…
Someone snored like a freight train. I didn’t sleep a wink and my daughter cried because she couldn’t sleep either. So there we are, whispering in the dark about the snoring while she cries and I debate setting my ears on fire. That part wasn’t fun.
Soooo…I went online today and bought some earplugs made especially to block out snoring—a pair for my daughter and a pair for myself. All I can say is they better work because I paid a small fortune to make sure they’re here before we leave on Friday.
And if they don’t? I’m camping in the momvan.
Lucky you! When I’m stressed, I sleep even LESS than I normally do (Which is not a heck of a lot)
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Sleep is GLORIOUS!
I needed some noise canceling headphones last night when someone’s car alarm went off for about 2 hours straight around 2:30 AM.
I was going to go out and see what was going on, but then I convinced myself it was my car and I didn’t need to ruin a night of sleep by finding out my car had been broken in to/stolen.
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Hit your local industrial safety store (if you’re not sure what I mean, look in your yellow pages for safety boots). Ask one of the employees what they would recommend for noise cancellation/suppression (most likely some kind of plugs, or possibly muffs, although the latter will be far more pricey).
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Um, hello, it’s called sleeping pills. Or you can get the ear plugs they use at shooting ranges, they are very cheap and work very well.
CAMPING??!?! you, my friend, are a saint.
…and upside down. Damn you.
Ear plugs are the way to go. Either that or a big turkey dinner, after which I am usually so konked out I could sleep through a freight train.
PS - Three days of sleep?! I would give my right boob for just one day of sleep.
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This post cracked me up.
(Aside from the worrying about you - a complete stranger. I’m good like that.)
It was like your brain opened up and splurged directly into the keyboard. Stream of conscientiousness? I think maybe so.
Hope things get worked out.
HOW did I get you to sleep with me not ONCE, not TWICE, but THREE freaking times?
I may always be a little scared you’re going to stab me when I snore….maybe a LOT scared.
XOXOX
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At first I was wildly happy that you got so much f’ing sleep (so f’ing jealous) then I was upset about your stress (boo) THEN I was completely confused because wtf? Are you out of your cotton-pickin’ mind? Actually camping with Brownies would probably be fun but I wouldn’t know, I left soon after I flew up because Brown Owl was more like Batshit Crazy Owl. ANYHOW, if you stab Anissa, promise to tweet it, m’kay? Thanks. Buy ear plugs and an extra set for your daughter.
Battery operated fan! I had one at the last Brownie camp out and the other mom’s ditched us to go to Wal-**** to find a couple for themselves. They couldn’t find any, so I was the only one with a pleasant white noise who could stay cool through the muggy evening. Unfortunately, I was sleeping on an incline. My mistake thinking it would be like one of those Niagara adjustable beds. It was more like sleeping on a workout bench.
Battery operated fan! I had one at the last Brownie camp out and the other mom’s ditched us to go to Wal-**** to find a couple for themselves. They couldn’t find any, so I was the only one with a pleasant white noise who could stay cool through the muggy evening. Unfortunately, I was sleeping on an incline. My mistake thinking it would be like one of those Niagara adjustable beds. It was more like sleeping on a workout bench.
Battery operated fan! I had one at the last Brownie camp out and the other mom’s ditched us to go to Wal-**** to find a couple for themselves. They couldn’t find any, so I was the only one with a pleasant white noise who could stay cool through the muggy evening. Unfortunately, I was sleeping on an incline. My mistake thinking it would be like one of those Niagara adjustable beds. It was more like sleeping on a workout bench.
Battery operated fan! I had one at the last Brownie camp out and the other mom’s ditched us to go to Wal-**** to find a couple for themselves. They couldn’t find any, so I was the only one with a pleasant white noise who could stay cool through the muggy evening. Unfortunately, I was sleeping on an incline. My mistake thinking it would be like one of those Niagara adjustable beds. It was more like sleeping on a workout bench.
Snoring brownies would freak me right out. Not only wouldn’t I sleep, I’d be running over tents to get the hell out of there. I think you should try a different recipe or go camping with cookies or maybe some nice banana bread.
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Me likey the sleep thing too. I have been going to bed earlier and waking up earlier…to like get things done.
When I became so adult like?
Have fun this weekend and I am HUGE fan of earplugs.
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Yay! I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost.
A couple weeks ago after a particularly grueling 8 day stint of 3rd shift, I came home and slept from 10am-7pm and then had the night off. I had great plan to stay up and get laundry and crap done on my night off. I ended up putting in a movie and falling back asleep at 10pm and Hunky felt so bad about waking me up, he just let me sleep. I slept until 8am.
Oh, the GUILT. But I felt FABULOUS.
Does excess sleep create endorphins? That’s the only explanation I can think of.
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Sorry about the snoring - this year, I’ll tell Misterpie he can’t come along with you.
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I agree with the above post. Personally I cannot understand why you would not want to make an effort in this regard anyway. Only the other day, at work we had exactly the same conversation and came to a similar conclusion
lol I can’t give my 8 year old sleeping pills! But *I* am not opposed to them. Care to donate? It’s a good cause :)
The secret is to fall asleep BEFORE the snorer starts snoring. But don’t worry. I could never stab anyone because ewww…blood and stuff!
My new snore-blocking earplugs arrived today—they’re like big blue cylinders of this malleable wax-meets-Play-Doh type material. All I have to say is they better effing work or it’s stabby time!!!!!
Haaaa—funny! Took me a minute to get the joke but then I actually LOL’d
Yeah, I *am* pretty awesome. My daughter totally owes me one.
I’ve apparently given up BOTH my boobs for some sleep. #thanksalotbreastfeeding