Insomnia

I haven't slept for more than two hours a night for the last five nights. Right now I'm basically running on naps (since you can't really call a combined total of two hours a night anything else) and caffeine. And, before you ask, yes, I do stop drinking coffee well before bedtime. Before lunch, even.

Friends have suggested everything from a hot shower at bedtime to meditation to magnesium supplements to wine to Ambien to Ambien and wine (um, no). Meditation doesn't work because the only topic I can get my mind to focus on is that one that is keeping me awake. The hot shower resulted in one solid hour of the two hour per night thing. The wine? Tried a glass with dinner last night—it made me sleepy, but not enough to actually stay asleep. Wine AND Ambien? Not going there. Ever. I learned the hard way to not mix any kind of pills with alcohol of any type. Once was enough, thanks.

But the lack of sleep is starting to show:



Fortunately, someone invented makeup and, a few months ago, a nice man at Nordstrom showed me how to use it. It helps a bit, I think:


Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for a nap. Ha.

The Dammit

Dammit #1
In certain situations, a back pocket is not a good place to carry an iPhone:
1) You’re in the park, on a swing
2) You’re going to be sitting on the tiny little kids chairs in preschool
3) You have to go to the bathroom in a hurry

Dammit #2
Speaking of iPhones: I fell asleep on mine and accidentally took a photo of my boobs.

Dammit #3
Insomnia. Today I
1) Left my credit card on the counter to pay the maid instead of cash. Er, check.
2) Tried to hang the ladder to Hannah’s bunk bed in the kitchen rather than putting it back on her bed.
3) Drove past the exit for Charlotte’s school.
4) Took the clothes from the dryer and put them in the washer.

Dammit #4
I'm kinda hungry, but eating induces nausea. I've lost 10 pounds in a month. Not REALLY complaining about the weight loss, but it can’t be good that it's happened this way. I get hungry, try to eat and then, after a few bites, feel like I’m going to be sick if I continue.

NO!! I am NOT pregnant.

Dammit #5
The Chevy Volt. 230 MPG. Really?? For how many years were we told that it would be hard to meet the 2020 deadline for 35 MPG? And now we’re supposed to believe that, seemingly overnight, they were able to manage 230 MPG?

Dammit #6
Still a little ticked that someone suggested (to put it politely) that I was PMS-ing when I wrote my Dammit re: California’s Prop 8. Especially as that “someone” was a woman. However Thomas may have been right in telling me to let it go. Still working on that.

Dammit #7
Sarah Effing P A L I N. Just that. I’ll waste more time on that later.