Someone must have listened to my pleas and prayers yesterday because my son slept like a baby (which is a total oxymoron) last night and in turn, so did I.

It's amazing what a good night's sleep can do for ones perspective (and personality).

I remember like it was just yesterday, when my son would keep me up throughout the night and I wished and prayed (and voodooed and cursed) that he would just sleep through the night just once. That day came and I've never had to look back. Until last night. Apparently, my son's internal clock went off at 12:34am and he was up with screams more violent than those from a horror movie, he let me know that he was not happy. So, like every good mother I covered my head and tried convincing myself that I was dreaming.

But the guilt got the better of me.

So up I hop to go cuddle and rock my little 2 year old boy, who upon entering the room somehow transformed into the most vapid, angry little thing I have ever seen. Sleeping was not what he wanted to do and he didn't want anyone within ear shot to do it either.

4:15 rolls around and I find myself downstairs on the couch with little angry thing laying on me softly snoozing. It was a blur of sleepy in's and out's before then. I remember walking downstairs after trying for hours to comfort him in the rocking chair. Or was that before or after taking him to our bedroom only to have little feet kick me in every spot imaginable while hearing a small voice ring out "no sleep mommy" just before getting slapped in the nose.

I pulled the blanket up over us both and at 6am he was wide awake and mad as hell. Or was that me? Yeah, we both were. I think I cried almost as much as he did. What possessed him not to sleep? I called his grandfather to see how he did today and he only took a 40 minute nap this afternoon.

Why am I so afraid to go home and face the possibility that I may go through this again tonight. It's like a night terror that is more frightening to think about than to actually experience, it's the anticipation of the agony that may or may not arrive at any given moment.

It's the lack of sleep that causes me to be so ridiculously dramatic. Is it still considered bad form to add a little Crown Royal to the bottle?

I Am America (too!)

3.23.2008 |

A friend recommended Stephen Colbert's I Am America (And so can you!). I'm about a third of my way into the book and I have to admit, I'm very happy I pushed it forward in my reading rotation ahead of a few Ann Rule books and my Fashion-ista book.

It's a Jonna recommended read even if you don't agree with his opinion you will at least laugh while reading it.

I don't talk to my husband, my mother or my best friend while in the bathroom but for some reason a woman here at work think that it's a great place to call about homes for rent and other personal calls, instead of going somewhere like oh, say, the breakroom or any of the numerous vacant halls we have in the building. Twice today I went into the bathroom to go pee (out of the 9 times I went! I'm trying to drink 8 glasses of water a day, but that's another story) and this same lady was in there yapping on her cell phone to some rental company about a few houses for rent that she saw.

No matter the toilets flushing or people trying to use the restroom. I don't get it, I couldn't do it. Maybe I'm overly picky but I just think that is in total bad taste.

It's officially started. I'm looking to buy a new mattress and I'm on the prowl. I'm not looking to score the biggest of the herd, I just want a good quality kill. Wait, am I still talking about mattresses?

I am honestly shocked at the variety of mattresses offered. I mean, hello.. mattress, how many different types could there be? Apparently, a lot.

You've got the sleep number, the tempurpedic, the coil, the pillow top, the memory foam top, the list I'm sure could go on and on.

As of right now, I haven't narrowed my selection down to any name brand or type yet but I can say this much, as long as there isn't a one-and-a-half foot divot which keeps me locked into 2 positions all night.. I want it!

I've just been:
- having surgery
- formatting and upgrading my laptop at work
- taking 2 days to get a good image of said laptop

But now I'm done with all of that.

It's all about Fridays, Starbucks, Big Brother updates, listening to my favorite playlist and Twitter!

I'm not as totally un-self-serving, dedicating all of my time towards others, never have time for me, as this may sound. But, there are times when, even though we may have regular little "me times" that we work into our day, we just want to do something really out of the norm and something just totally for... ME! (or YOU! in your case) And we all deserve these times, because without them we just go through the motions of each day and would probably serve better just being a robot. (However, don’t tell my husband this or he’ll cut me off from all of my “fun time” in hopes that I would be assimilated into a subservient machine by which he could program his evil plans into. But that in itself is a whole different issue!)

This all hit me as I was driving to work the other morning, listening to Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie," which is not unusual for me because I love her music. I’m sure we all have that artist or song that just brightens the whole day up. The one that when you are driving, or riding to work you can’t help but bounce a little to the beat, or in my case get a full on in-the-seat-dance going on. It makes for an interesting scene, I have many people who look over into my car wondering if they should call a paramedic until they realize that I’m singing along to music, not in an epileptic seizure.

Then it hit me like a Mack truck! (Well, actually I had gotten a little too much into Shakira and almost hit the Mack truck, but I meant tjat more figuratively.) So, I picked up my cell phone and called my husband and screamed, "I AM GOING TO TAKE SALSA LESSONS!”

Um. No honey, I know how to make salsa. I mean the dance. You know, the forbidden dance? Thank you for the buzz kill. Good-bye. Men!

So promptly after settling in at my desk at work, I hit the Internet full force, trying to find a dance studio that offers adult salsa dance lessons, otherwise known as “using my work time productively.” Although I found quite a few places that did dance lessons for kids, I’ve had a difficult time finding a place that does adult dance and salsa. I can find studios that do adult ballet, tap, and jazz, or I can find studios that do kids Latin dance. And although I did equate my dancing skills to that of a kid, I’m pretty sure my rather chunky butt would look mighty funny in a little pink tutu next to the 6-year-olds -- and they would definitely out dance me.

I have yet to find a place to take my spicy, forbidden dance lessons at, and the outlook isn’t so good. But that’s not the point of this. The moral of this story is: Stop rehashing the same old routine that used to be fun and find something that excites you! Even if it only last for a week, or one lesson, try something new, get yourself out of the rut and experiment with something that may make you a little uncomfortable, because every now and again we just need to get our blood flowing!