Dream Weaver

So it was brought to my attention from my husband that I mentioned an ex boyfriend in my sleep the other night. "What?" I asked horrified, "who?" He said B, I said "whatever B is my brothers name" and then he went on to the part that he asked me in my sleep "B who?" and I said B.T. T is not my brothers last name and unfortunately IS the last initial of said ex. Wow. My face was red. I stammered, "I know I didn't have one of those dreams, I wake up blushing from those." I couldn't figure out why I said that. And was I ever red.
I was fortunate to have had a non jealous reaction from my non jealous husband, but did I ever get crap for the rest of the day. My ears burned each time I called him and he'd answer "This is B". Oh God! It was awful!
But it does bother me that I did that. B wasn't really a boyfriend, boyfriend. We dated, we had fun. I tried to catch him by the toe, but he hollered so I let him go. I did recently spend a day reading my diary from my early 20's and this person was mentioned quite a bit so I am sure that could be some of the reasons and the fact that my brother in law ran into him and he asked about me and my brother in law told my husband who in turn told me about it.
I guess the memories were fresh? I don't know.
I do thank my hubby for being so good about it. I can't say I would react the same. I would have been pissed to hear some other name out of his mouth in his slumber.
Sigh.
By the way, that journal from my 20's is a good read. I have been tempted to just write it all down here, but then I would really be opening myself up. I wasn't the best person back then and that would be admitting and sharing what kind of person I was. It would also show who I am now, but I just don't know. Maybe after the baby and I have no writing material at all. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

And I thought...

And I thought I had a lot on my mind before keeping me up at night... sigh....

There is so much I'd like to say, but at this point it is impossible to have two cohesive thoughts that make any sense. So let me just show you how either poorly I speak, or how poorly the Starbucks barista hears....

I say Kim you say Pam, tomato tomato.

Mr. Sandman...

Hey Mr. Sandman..... I'm calling to you again. Please come. I don't even care if you bring me a dream, just please hit me over the head and knock me out. Please.
Andi has a bad cough and as we parents (mothers) know that makes sleeping thru the night difficult for little ones and the last two nights the little weasel snuck in our bed and before I realized she was there I was smooched into Andrew and a dog that is not supposed to be on my bed, making a mess of it!
Every time she jumps up I yell get down and she does, but then she tries again and I swear she waits to hear me deep breathing and then jumps on my bed with her nasty butt. And how am I going to put a diaper on a dog that you can't touch with out her going insane. She is the most hyper thing in the world. And if I were able to hold her still long enough she would just run around until it fell off and eat it because that is the kind of dog she is. I am still contemplating craigslist for her future.
So anyway it is around 2 am and I realize Andi is in our bed, putting me in the middle. I have a growing belly that makes positioning hard enough then smooch me between to bed hogs and then realize bloody dog is curled into my legs. UGH! Frustration takes over and after tossing and turning I retire to the couch. Everyone else sleeps peacefully.
I want to hurt someone.
Forgive the sucky blog.... I'm tired.
Happy freaking weekend. I will try to get some work done and post some before and afters. I have a lot to do!

Hey there Mr. Sandman....

Bring me a dream. Bring me a Klonopin. Something.

Wednesday night I went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake up until Andi crawled into bed with me at 7am. If she had not woken me up I would have slept right thru Lily's bus at 7:30am. I was thrilled! I haven't slept thru the night like that in a very long time. I am always woken up and can't go back to sleep.
So thinking I was starting some new circadian rhythm I went to sleep last night with some high expectations.
Then I was woken up by sweet nothings from my husband at 3am that sounded something like f#%$ing c*ck s*ucker then he rolls over loudly and huffmmps and sighs.
I sit up and ask "what is your problem?" he says "There is a f#$&ing mosquito in here! He bit my face, my left arm, my right ar......" I immediately interrupt him with "what does that have to do with me?" Ok maybe that wasn't very nice. Then I said, "Sorry, but God now I can't go back to sleep". And then we sat and watched Dr. 90210 from my Tivo list for the next hour. We both tossed and turned and didn't go back to sleep until close to 4:30am and then his alarm went off at 5:30am, he got up and went to work and then I went back to sleep and Andi came into my room at 5:55am. OMG! Kill me.
All I can say is thank God it is the weekend. Not that Andi naps or anything but I can at least rest. Andrew is going up north and the kids and I am just chilling. I am so freaking exhausted.
Oh and forget that whole I thought having a boy was keeping me immune to heart burn. That started last night. Sigh.
Oh one thing I am apparently immune to is mosquito bites. I lied there all comfy and the while Andrew was eaten alive.