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Manic Monday...
Mar. 16th, 2009 11:23 amDidn't sleep terribly well last night, and had 'ugh' dreams. They're not nightmares, they're just annoying and grumpy inducing. When the alarm went off I initially resisted getting up, hitting snooze per usual. I was vaguely aware that my head was starting to ache in that pre-migraine way, and then there were the grumpy dreams. I usually hit snooze a couple times, just my habit, though I know you're not supposed to do that. I wake up slowly, and if I don't hit snooze at least once my whole day feels off.
Finally do make moves to get up. This involves turning off the alarm clock, turning off the Stupid Machine, taking off the mask, and then I sit at the edge of the bed and do my neck stretches. Today was not good, a forewarning. During all this Sasha is serenading my about her hunger pangs, and death via starvation. There are dance steps too. Some scenery changes, really, quite the production.
I tell husband, who has been woken by the alarm and the Serenading Sasha, that I slept badly with grumpy dreams. He then starts to tell me about a dream HE had. I don't have time for this, I have timed my morning routine out in order to maximize sleep time. Add grumpy in, and I snip at him that "I don't have time for this." He murmured something about understanding, and I tromped off to feed the Starving Sasha.
Knowing I had been snippy, and that he didn't deserve it at all, I returned to offer an apology to the hubs, and a kiss. He told me not to worry about it, but I still felt bad for snapping. Off to the bathroom for the preparing. Migraine wasn't fully there, but was definitely poking around the perimeter looking for weak spots to take advantage of. Emerging later when clean and made presentable for work. Hubby had gotten up, prepped my purse (adding snacks), and was getting my coffee ready.
After apologizing again, I sat down to put shoes on. Hubs tells me what snacks I have, and that he put a Zomig in my purse with my phone. During the entire morning I never mentioned to him that I had a migraine brewing. I tell him this. Get smile and kiss on forehead and he tells me "I know you." *melts*
So while I'm eating the toast he made for me- I ask him about his dream, and get all the details. Suffice to say it WAS weird, and more annoying than grumpy making, but still not good. Then it was actually time for me to go, but I was feeling a bit better. I got my hugs and goodbye kisses, grab everything and head out the door.
Hubby followed me out to tell me that I looked especially good today. :)
From a less than good start to a warm fuzzy feeling. :) I think I'll keep him.
Finally do make moves to get up. This involves turning off the alarm clock, turning off the Stupid Machine, taking off the mask, and then I sit at the edge of the bed and do my neck stretches. Today was not good, a forewarning. During all this Sasha is serenading my about her hunger pangs, and death via starvation. There are dance steps too. Some scenery changes, really, quite the production.
I tell husband, who has been woken by the alarm and the Serenading Sasha, that I slept badly with grumpy dreams. He then starts to tell me about a dream HE had. I don't have time for this, I have timed my morning routine out in order to maximize sleep time. Add grumpy in, and I snip at him that "I don't have time for this." He murmured something about understanding, and I tromped off to feed the Starving Sasha.
Knowing I had been snippy, and that he didn't deserve it at all, I returned to offer an apology to the hubs, and a kiss. He told me not to worry about it, but I still felt bad for snapping. Off to the bathroom for the preparing. Migraine wasn't fully there, but was definitely poking around the perimeter looking for weak spots to take advantage of. Emerging later when clean and made presentable for work. Hubby had gotten up, prepped my purse (adding snacks), and was getting my coffee ready.
After apologizing again, I sat down to put shoes on. Hubs tells me what snacks I have, and that he put a Zomig in my purse with my phone. During the entire morning I never mentioned to him that I had a migraine brewing. I tell him this. Get smile and kiss on forehead and he tells me "I know you." *melts*
So while I'm eating the toast he made for me- I ask him about his dream, and get all the details. Suffice to say it WAS weird, and more annoying than grumpy making, but still not good. Then it was actually time for me to go, but I was feeling a bit better. I got my hugs and goodbye kisses, grab everything and head out the door.
Hubby followed me out to tell me that I looked especially good today. :)
From a less than good start to a warm fuzzy feeling. :) I think I'll keep him.
