I need an off switch

Lately when I go to bed, my mind is racing and I can't seem to find the 'off' switch and just go to sleep. I miss the days of putting my head down on the pillow and falling asleep immediately. Not that I really have much to stress about, it's just that my mind takes all these mental leaps at what should be the quietest time of the day. I try little relaxation tricks but they don't always work that well. Tonight I even sighed really loudly several times secretly hoping to wake up Michael even though that's kind of mean of me to do since he's the one who wakes up early in our house. For some reason I want him to have deep conversations at 3 in the morning and I'm hoping he'll take the hint and wake up and 'hang out' with me. Yeah right! Anyways, once I get back to my normal healthy self and get back on my exercise schedule and such, I hope I'll just be so exhausted that I'll fall right asleep.

Another Day

I'm starting to feel like myself again, slowly but surely. I worked last night for the first time in a week and overall it was busy but it went well. Being a good nurse is not something I can fake very well. I cannot half-*ss it very well, either. Sometimes I dream about a job where I could just 'show up' and sort of function enough to get through the shift but nursing is definitely NOT it. I was in charge so I didn't have a patient assignment, but I still got pulled in enough directions so that by the end of the night, I had not even finished my tea. At least I took five minutes to scarf down my PB&J and banana. I'm pretty sure I do this to myself and I need to get better about taking care of myself while I'm at work. That is probably why I got sick in the first place . . .

Mya slept on my butt all morning, yes, right on my butt. I couldn't really move this morning and when I looked down to see why, the little bugger was all curled up on me. Michael put a human t-shirt on her last night and it made her look like she was homeless. At first she tried to chew it off but then she just kind of gave in to it. He's very concerned that she is cold. I remind his that she has a nice coat of fur but he must think this is for looks only.

My life is really exciting right now.

Saturday Morning Surprise

It's been a long day. I wasn't ready to go back to work so I called in sick AGAIN. I'm hoping I'll be ready to go back on Monday. Too bad the weather is gorgeous. I love Atlanta for the fall and I feel like I'm missing out so I can't wait to feel better. Jamie would really love all of the dressed up scarecrows on display all over the little historic district we live near. There is even one dressed as a bride.

Anyways, I woke up this morning to sunlight streaming in through the blinds and Michael telling me he needs my help to clean up Mya's poop. Yes . . . that's what he said but somehow it was very sweet and not so gross sounding. Just when you think your little dog is an angel and so perfect, she must be something beyond a dog, she's the best little buddy ever, she has a diarrhea attack while you are trying to sleep in a little on the weekend (not that I haven't already gotten enough sleep all week). So again, I will spare the gory details, but Michael sure looked hot in his pink t-shirt and my pink rubber up-to-the-elbow gloves scrubbing away at he carpet while I faked weakness. Kidding, we worked as a team and it's all good now after multiple product usage. Really, please do not be afraid to come over to our house.

My First Blog (In a really long time)

I am slowly coming out of flu-ridden stupor that has been my life for the past four days. Instead of describing all the really cool and not so cool things my body has been through (because only nurses would find that appropriate to share), I will focus on what I have done this week. Let me assure you, it has not been a whole lot of anything. I can also assure you that this post will not be very interesting but please humor me as this is my first blog since the last time I blogged a long time ago.

Here it goes. I slept a lot, watched more TV in 4 days then I have in all of 2009 so far, drank a lot of tea, carried a box of tissues with me wherever I went with a little brown paper bag as a portable trash can. I have stared out the window in our sun room so long that I swear I saw leaves change colors. I have heard the school bus pick the kids up in the morning and drop them off in the afternoon. I have made an effort each day to do some small household task even if it has left me breathless and/or dizzy. I have contemplated my career, house projects, my life, some things that I would like to do at some point, etc. I have watched our lawn-obsessed neighbor work tirelessly in his yard every day which only makes us look more like yard slackers (sigh). One day I was so pale I looked like I could be on the cast of Twilight.

All of the sudden I am getting tired. Also, I don't have much else to say so this is a convenient place to end. Jamie, how did I do?