December 18, 2006

• Why? Why? Why?

  I cannot sleep. I had intended on going to bed at 9 p.m. and getting up at 4 a.m. so I could get into work a couple hours early and get a head start on ordering product so I can make sure it get ordered in time to ship out tomorrow, too. If the order gets placed after noon, then it doesn't actually ship until the next day.

  Why is it that the night before we have to get up really early, we cannot sleep. I actually laid my head down on the pillow around 10 p.m. I had fresh sheets on the bed and I sank down into them so snuggly. I love fresh sheets, when they are cool and clean and smooth with not a wrinkle to be seen.

  Anyway, I thought I was going to drop off rather quickly, but then hubby comes in the room and decides to read. Normally his bedside lamp doesn't usually bother me, but on occasion it does. Tonight was one of those nights that it did. No matter which way I laid, it still seemed like it was shining in my face. I cannot stand having something over my face - not blankets, not sheet, nothing - but I tried putting one of the pillows loosely over my face. It seemed like it was going to work for a little while, but it wasn't long before I was getting hot. Finally, he turned off the lamp around 11 p.m., but I still laid there trying to go to sleep. It just wasn't coming to me.

  Finally, around 11:15, I got up. I had a box of framed photographs I have been wanting to hang on the wall (that's right, after 5 months in this house, I'm still not unpacked). I bought some of those Hercules Hooks the other day. They are only supposed to leave a pin-sized hole and hold up to 150 lbs. on one little wire. Yeah, right! Those holes are a lot bigger than pin-sized, and you better have a LOT of air behind that wall to get that sucker to go in. I ended up going back to my old standard nails I usually use to hang photos. You know the kind that are only about a half inch long. Problem is, at midnight and 1 a.m., I'm hammering nails into the wall. But he is still in the other room snoring away. Here his stupid little 60-watt bedside lamp was bothering me, and me banging nails in the wall doesn't seem to bother him. Must be from sleeping along airport runways in the war or something. Or maybe it's just a man thing.

  I think I've finally worn myself down enough to try going back to sleep, but I don't think I'm going to be getting up at 4 a.m. like I was planning on doing. At least my sofa that we rarely use now has the boxes cleaned off of it and my family is proudly displayed on the dining room walls. Tomorrow I'll see about getting John to help me move the sofa into the computer room/office so the nephews can come in here to watch TV or play their video games on Christmas day when they are bored with the adults.

  Oh, BTW, the Christmas party at the county home went really well today. They were all so happy and openly expressed their appreciation. This one old man, who loves to flirt with the ladies, was telling me how he's getting to go to his nieces for Christmas and he's going to have HAM. He likes ham, and he said that one word quite pronounced - HAM. It was very cute. We also went caroling to some of the folks' from church who are homebound. We took them fruit baskets and they sure seemed to enjoy it. One lady even had tears in her eyes. It was a very rewarding afternoon.

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