Jiggety-Jig.
So. Tired. No sleep. Car. Driving. Mrgghhhph.
But I am home! Home!
Back to work in the morning, alas, but my dear friend (whom I have missed terribly) will finally be back from maternity leave, so I am almost looking forward to it. And as soon as I finish writing this, and then unpacking, I am going to break out the doppler (I have been thinking longingly of my Electronic Reassurance Machine all weekend, as apparently being away from home has a way of convincing me the babies have died) and then curl up with some hot chocolate, my husband, my cats, and our full Tivo-esque. Real posting will resume tomorrow, and if you have any stories you want me to tell or strands of shamelessly abandoned narrative you want me to pick up, just say the word. Otherwise you will get…something else. I don’t know. Did I mention I’m tired? I can never sleep the night before I travel, even if by “travel” I mean “drive five measly hours,” because I bolt upright at fifteen minute intervals all “TOOTHBRUSH! DON’T FORGET TO PACK YOUR TOOTHBRUSH!” etc., because of course if I did forget my toothbrush, or the pair of socks by the foot of the bed, or the book I finished yesterday and left in the living room, the world would grind to a shuddering halt and where would I ever be able to procure such a thing as a toothbrush once I arrive at my destination, the major metropolitan area where Target was invented?
After a few hours of this I switch to bolting up at fifteen minute intervals convinced it is TIME TO GET UP! IS IT TIME TO GET UP? So yes. Tired. So very tired.
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glad you made it safely back home. Sorry traveling gives you such anxiety.
So familiar with that sleepless jitteriness. Here’s hoping the very alive little science babies let you sleep tonight. Looking forward to whatever you write. I have an anatomy scan tomorrow, so I’ll be sleepless tonight, wondering if it’ll all look ok and if we’ll find out we are going to have third girl or a first boy, if you feel so inclined, you can pop over and take a look tomorrow night.
Sweet dreams.
glad you’re back! your evening sounds lovely.
that’s weird, i do that “time to get up! no, it’s only 2:30 a.m.” thing too. hate that.
I’m glad that I’m not the only one who obsesses about packing a totally replaceable object. Now, of course, I spend time worrying about my stuff and my children’s while my husband packs effortlessly in about 15 minutes.
I do this too. Especially when I’m flying. And children are involved. Where forgetting something replaceable (to you, but irreplaceable to them) could mean disaster.
I have that ‘Is it tiem to get up?!’ thing EVERY MORNING at 6.30am - except when I DON’T set an alarm. It’s ridiculous.
Of course when I say ‘tiem’ it’s because here in New Zealand we spell it differently… or it means I forgot to proof read my comment.
I went away for Thanksgiving, too. I brought my doppler along. I even checked a bag so I could bring the doppler jelly. No way was I leaving town for five days without that thing.