I am a woman on the brink over here folks. I've had a headache for the last 12 hours that just won't quit. I know I can take a regular strength tylenol, but I haven't yet and really don't want to. On top of that, Jamie's snoring has been out of control lately and is reaching an all time high. I made him put a Breathe Right strip on last night, but I think that has made it even worse. Do you know what it's like to have a headache and to be woken up every 15-20 minutes with that nonsense??? I do. "Roll over." nudge, nudge "Roll over." heavy sighing to get my point across "ROLL over." toss and turn, toss and turn to jostle the bed a bit "ROLL OVER!!" Seriously, between my headache and lack of sleep, if I didn't leave the room right now to vent, that sucker was going to get smothered with a pillow.
I'm going to check with Dr. Google about natural home remedies for headaches, which I'm sure will be pages of old wives tales that just waste my time.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sunday, November 7, 2010
after all these years
So, last Saturday I was feeling very "wifey" and made Jamie pancakes and vegetarian sausage patties, presented with apple slices and milk- all served as breakfast in bed (after 9 o'clock). There were no ulterior motives. I did it because I wanted to. I knew he'd be surprised and it'd make him happy.
Fast forward one week, to yesterday. I hear his alarm go off at 7:20 on a Saturday. What the heck? Yeah, we had an appointment with the Direct TV guy, but he was going to show up between 8-12. Jamie creeps out of bed, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. My heart did a little leap! My kindness was going to be returned with... bakery doughnuts! I just knew it. You know how you just KNOW some things? Well, I knew it. So, I stayed in bed dozing in and out for about another hour. I get dressed around 8:30, just in case the cable guy is already here, and march happily downstairs, ready to be *surprised* by my loving husband and some yummy bakery doughnuts.
I say hi to Greta and Jamie (who's dusting for some reason) and sort of scan the kitchen for the white wax paper bag. I'm not seeing it and my heartbeat quickens a bit. When I ask why he was up so early, he said he had to clean downstairs for the cable guy. Huh? No doughnuts? Was Jamie all of a sudden a bachelor trying to seduce his date with how clean his place is? Who cares if the cable guy sees our dust? Where are my doughnuts?
After a few unkind words, I angrily made myself, and only myself, chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream! They were good, but they tasted even better since Jamie didn't have any. I made my point. Or so I thought.
We have a christening this morning at 10 (which raises a whole different set of emotions in me), so we got to sleep in a bit later than usual for a Sunday. Once again, as I get in the shower this time, I just know that when my shower's done our bed will be empty because Jamie learned a valuable lesson yesterday and I would have bakery doughnuts today. When I turn the water off, I hear the tv on. No, no, no, no, no. It just can't be. I was 100% sure Jamie wasn't going to fail me two days in a row. Especially since I made my heart's desires so clear to him yesterday. I cracked open the door, and he's laying in bed watching Fraggle Rock. I, again, expressed my concern over where my breakfast was. And he was all like "Aughhh, (slapping his forehead) I can't do anything right!"
After all these years together, it's the small things in life that can make me happy. Too bad when those small things don't happen (even after being clearly asked for), they can set me off, too.
Fast forward one week, to yesterday. I hear his alarm go off at 7:20 on a Saturday. What the heck? Yeah, we had an appointment with the Direct TV guy, but he was going to show up between 8-12. Jamie creeps out of bed, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. My heart did a little leap! My kindness was going to be returned with... bakery doughnuts! I just knew it. You know how you just KNOW some things? Well, I knew it. So, I stayed in bed dozing in and out for about another hour. I get dressed around 8:30, just in case the cable guy is already here, and march happily downstairs, ready to be *surprised* by my loving husband and some yummy bakery doughnuts.
I say hi to Greta and Jamie (who's dusting for some reason) and sort of scan the kitchen for the white wax paper bag. I'm not seeing it and my heartbeat quickens a bit. When I ask why he was up so early, he said he had to clean downstairs for the cable guy. Huh? No doughnuts? Was Jamie all of a sudden a bachelor trying to seduce his date with how clean his place is? Who cares if the cable guy sees our dust? Where are my doughnuts?
After a few unkind words, I angrily made myself, and only myself, chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream! They were good, but they tasted even better since Jamie didn't have any. I made my point. Or so I thought.
We have a christening this morning at 10 (which raises a whole different set of emotions in me), so we got to sleep in a bit later than usual for a Sunday. Once again, as I get in the shower this time, I just know that when my shower's done our bed will be empty because Jamie learned a valuable lesson yesterday and I would have bakery doughnuts today. When I turn the water off, I hear the tv on. No, no, no, no, no. It just can't be. I was 100% sure Jamie wasn't going to fail me two days in a row. Especially since I made my heart's desires so clear to him yesterday. I cracked open the door, and he's laying in bed watching Fraggle Rock. I, again, expressed my concern over where my breakfast was. And he was all like "Aughhh, (slapping his forehead) I can't do anything right!"
After all these years together, it's the small things in life that can make me happy. Too bad when those small things don't happen (even after being clearly asked for), they can set me off, too.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
letting it all hang out
In need of another new hobby that I may or may not stick with, and after some time of creeping on other people's blogs, this morning I decided to take the plunge and give it a whirl for myself. I don't quite know what direction my blog will take. I'm hoping to not to have too many pity parties. I'm hoping to work through some emotions. I'm hoping to have fun and just enjoy life for a while. That's the plan.
As I have learned though, things don't always go according to plan. If my plan had worked, I'd be a stay at home mommy with few little ones by now. But my plan failed. My plan and God's plan clearly are not one in the same.
I have been with my husband for over 11 years (we met at the end of my senior year of high school). This December we'll celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. And January will mark the start of our 3rd year trying to become a mommy and daddy. (insert a big heavy sigh here)
We never imagined having a problem getting pregnant. Never in a million years. But infertility is a bitter pill that we were both blind-sided into swallowing. I suppose that is a good place to begin our story, as we desperately try to journey From Here To Maternity.
As I have learned though, things don't always go according to plan. If my plan had worked, I'd be a stay at home mommy with few little ones by now. But my plan failed. My plan and God's plan clearly are not one in the same.
I have been with my husband for over 11 years (we met at the end of my senior year of high school). This December we'll celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. And January will mark the start of our 3rd year trying to become a mommy and daddy. (insert a big heavy sigh here)
We never imagined having a problem getting pregnant. Never in a million years. But infertility is a bitter pill that we were both blind-sided into swallowing. I suppose that is a good place to begin our story, as we desperately try to journey From Here To Maternity.
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