So I've had a case of insomnia since I was a kid in the single digits. I finally went to a psychiatrist after years of dealing with loopy doctors or PAs, and she prescribed Zolpidem (AKA Ambien CR). I have never in my life slept more than 4 to 5 hours 5 days in a row. So clearly life is good. Do you know there was a pile of 5 loads of laundry sitting on my couch for 3 days and I didn't care? Well...that's not true. I cared. But I didn't do anything about it, which, if you know me, you might think an alien came down and hijacked my mind. I tried to explain it to Josh tonight... basically it's been like running on adrenaline during the day, and crashing at night only to find things quiet and calm enough to think about what actually matters...but being jealous and generally disturbed by the monstrous snores of your lovely spouse, or the uncanny fact that you are not sleeping and want to. So now that I sleep, the days are like a winding back road. So different.
Speaking of near perfect...
This weekend was sweet. Friday night, Josh took Kane to the park to play soccer and they went to visit my mother-in-law, who filled them with yummies, while I hung out with Parker and tackled some much needed domestic duties (YES, I actually enjoyed myself. My house likes me too.) We put the kids down, watched Fringe, and played Phase 10. I won. I never win. So it was a good start to the weekend for my hubby :o) Saturday we woke up early and I went grocery shopping for the week and managed to stick to the budget...wow. Josh got the lawn mowed and trimmed back the giant tree limbs sneaking between our fence planks. Kane had a soccer game around noon, which was just in time for the weather to approach AWESOME. We watched him fuss, get over his fuss, do a funny run with his elbows straight out, attempt to kick the ball but flip backwards mid-air, and whitness his coach acting like Air Bud. Hilarious. During nap time I delved head-over-heels into lesson plans (something I haven't done on a Saturday in months)...but football and cold ones made that kinda fun. Yep, that's right, I said FUN. Saturday night, when our Red Box movie flopped, we watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall for like the 7th time, and Josh invented "THE RAMEN", which is a sound you have to make while crushing the dry noodles into a bowl because otherwise they just won't cook right in the microwave. He also kicked my butt at Skip-Bo. Save for the Skip-Bo unmentionable, this was one of my favorite Saturdays...mostly because he's my best friend, and he makes me laugh like nobody else can, ...plus we have had to spend the majority of our years not together on Saturdays, so I like keeping him to myself and taking advantage of him all day long (oops did I say that outloud? Get out of the gutter). Sunday came and we flew out the door at like 8:50 for a 9 o'clock service...which was a service that made me cry because I saw somebody that changed my world for the better part of a year, make a good choice. We came home and I once again spent my free time with football, cold drinks, and lesson plans. Then we took the kids to the park to play soccer and football...again, such amazing weather. Finally, the sun set and we roasted marshmellows in the fire pit before a dinner of ribs that I slow-cooked all day. Now? Watching football again. I love weekends like this because they are slow but not-so-slow. I love weekends like this because they are predominantly spent at home with my family. I love weekends like this because they are not demanding and they are not filled with obligations...just things we want to do to keep rolling down winding back roads.
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