Category: Sandman

What the Hell?

Apparently I shouted this to Anonymous last night in my sleep.  He shouted back “What the hell what?” and I mumbled something incoherent at him.

The Ceiling Fan

Apparently last night I had another parasomniac episode. According to Anonymous I was sitting up in bed being propped up by one elbow. Anonymous knew this because said elbow was digging into his arm. My other arm was extended to the ceiling fan and I was pointing and jabbering to it.

Crappy Night

I thought the Sandman and I had reached an understanding.  Last night sleep was more elusive than it normally is.  I’ve been tapering off my pain medication since it seems to shut down half my brain. However, last night I smacked my ankle along the row of staples and I hurt-a lot!  I took a painkiller before bed and I was comfortable but I couldn’t sleep.  Finally around 2 in the morning when the pill wore off I could finally enter the land of nod.   I woke up around 4 and then dozed for the rest of morning until 7 when I finally got up.  Gotta love coffee.

Drop the microphone!

Our colourful neighbour got jacked up on the fermented kool-aid last night. We were running the whole-house-fan so some of the yelling was muffled. Around 3 in the morning, with the fan off, I awoke to hear a deep bass voice talking or chanting or god knows what into a microphone. It made for a shitty night for me and I was a cranky woman this morning. Anonymous has more insight to what happened yesterday.

A Day in the Life

Our tap in our kitchen sink has been giving Anonymous and I grief for awhile. We went to Costco yesterday, after physical therapy, and bought a new tap and a Reverse Osmosis Water tank. Anonymous’ Dad came down to help with the sink.

Anonymous gave me the boy at 9:11 a.m., I was still in bed but I was awake. Something at work had broken and only Anonymous could fix it.  This was after 4 phone calls were made, who knew pushing a button required a Masters degree. The boy and I played for a bit but then he fell asleep on me. I couldn’t move for if I did Sean would wake up and let his displeasure be known. At 11:00 the boy woke, hungry, and Anonymous took him downstairs so he could get fed. I took 10 minutes to get dressed, use the facilities and then scooched downstairs and took over Sean’s feeding. He ate like a ravenous beast wolfing down a huge serving of rice cereal and then two helpings of carrots.

After eating I unhooked him out of his high-chair and shuffled/hobbled to his play area. I got Sean on the floor with his toys while I adjusted my limbs so I could join him. Noon rolls around, I finally give in and have a painkiller half-hour later it kicks in. Meanwhile Anonymous and Grandpa Anonymous are working under the kitchen sink removing pipes, copper tube-y things and valves. I got up once so I could get something from the garage and Sean screamed his head off, I don’t know if 6-7 months is the age for separation anxiety or if I’ve spoiled my son.

I came back to Sean and then noticed it was 1:45 and that Sean’s fussing was probably due to hunger so I proceeded to feed the boy. The tap we bought wasn’t compatible with our sink so we had some decisions to make. Do we get a new sink? Do we return the tap and buy a new one? Meanwhile The boy has promptly finished his bottle and is now asleep. Anonymous leaves to fetch lunch for the household and to ponder the situtation.

2:30 p.m. Anonymous returns with food and Sean is now awake. A decision has been reached the tap will be returned to Costco and since there is a Lowe’s right next to it a new tap will be purchased. 2:45 the Anonymous boys (all 3) gear up and venture out. 4:00p.m. means another painkiller leg is extremely sore from physical therapy and the day out yesterday.
4:13 p.m. Boys return from expedition! I play with Sean he finds a hermetically sealed feminine hygiene product which he is enamoured and plays with. After 20 minutes he gets bored with Mom and lets his displeasure be known, I call Anonymous over for a switch off.

5:00ish I go upstairs to open the windows and turn on the house-fan to cool off the abode, I take 10 minutes to make the bed and use the facilities. Come downstairs feed the boy he once again falls asleep. During this time Anonymous is turning water to the house on and off to check for leaks.

6:34 p.m. The new tap is installed and I can hear water running into the sink. Sean wakes up and is upset that he is with his boring-broken-Mom. Anonymous takes the boy, Grandpa Anonymous has finished with the sink and is off home. Sean waves good-bye. Anonymous and Sean hang-out.

7:00 p.m. Anonymous takes Sean for a shower, I begin writing the days account. 7:30 the boys appear all clean. I take Sean and type on handed.

8:00 p.m. I have not seen the new tap after a diaper change I ask Anonymous to take Sean while I take a look in the kitchen. I make a bottle for Sean and while Anonymous feeds him I wash the used bottles from earlier today. Leg is still bothering me so I have another painkiller. Around 8:20 Sean is done and is put to bed by his father. Now it’s almost 9 and Anonymous and I are starting to unwind. In about an hour it will be bedtime for us both. Will we sleep? All I know is tomorrow is another day.

Walking

Yesterday Mrs. Zed took me out to Victoria Gardens and Costco. We had a grand time looking around the outside shopping centre. I walked with my crutches for a good two hours. We took periodic breaks on the benches provided and enjoyed the sunshine. I bought Anonymous some chocolate covered espresso beans.

When we popped into Costco both the receipt and card checkers asked where Anonymous and Sean were. I bought a trash magazine (celebrity gossip/fashion/sex tips) while we were there. Usually I get magazine when I’m sick (flu/cold/general malaise) but I figured hey broken leg is like being sick.

When I came home I found that Anonymous and Sean had a good day as well. I put Sean to bed myself. I’m able to pick him up and put him in his crib now but I need Anonymous to carry him upstairs.

I’ve made bets/compromises with God in my life and won them both. I remember when the movie Titanic came out. I said “I swear to God I will not see that movie in a theatre” God honoured my request but I did end up seeing the film, it was being shown on a trans-Atlantic flight (I wanted the pilot to pull over). I made another bet/compromise yesterday. I will not have a bone graft I refuse.  We will have to see how the compromise with God will go.

For the first time in six months I’ve been able to sleep.  Bed sheets always get tangled in my frame.  Anonymous gets frustrated making the bed because I have to have my corner untucked and it drives him crazy.  With the added bulk of pillows and my frame the queen comforter is too small to accomodate us both so we fight for it in the night.

The solution was a trip to Ikea.  We bought a King sized quilt/duvet and some covers.  The top sheet has been eliminated so no more tangles.  The duvet is king-sized so no more fights and it doesn’t need to be tucked in so I’m back to making the bed during the day.  Success all ’round!

Gifts of the Sandman

Since starting another round of antibiotics and new painkillers I’ve been nauseous and been carrying around a nasty headache.  I’ve stopped the painkillers but still feel like crap.  It was so bad today that I actually took a nap.  I got somewhat comfortable in my oasis Anonymous had a movie on.  I don’t remember hearing the end of the movie and I woke up during the middle of another movie because I was cold.  The nap helped my headache somewhat and I feel less nauseous.