Sleeping so far has been a joke. I am awake at 5 am watching “High School Musical 2” and not sleeping. I’m sleeping until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. It’s frustrating.<\/p>\n
The other morning\/afternoon, Shaun was trying to wake me up to tell me we had to go to the bank. I had been up way too late and the odds of getting me to wake up were slim to none.
\nThe day before I had spent a good couple hours at Metro PCS store trying to get my Cingular accounts switched over because what was sposta be a $150 dollar bill for our family plan had turned into a $500.00 bill because we kept going over our minutes.
\nI guess that had rolled over into my dream because as he tried to wake me up I kept repeating, “I clicked YES, Shaun!”<\/p>\n
“Kristine, wake up honey. We have to get to the bank before it closes.”
\n“No, I clicked YES.”
\n“The bank closes at 1pm, you have to wake up.”
\n“SHAUN! I clicked YES to 200 free minutes and I am going to TAKE THEM. So quit trying to wake me up. I have two hundred free minutes!”
\n“Honey…”
\n“Shaun, you’re REALLY starting to piss me off!”<\/p>\n
I only remember the part of the dream where the box popped up and offered me 200 free minutes and I did click YES to it. The conversation with my husband, that I do not remember, but the clicking of the box was.<\/p>\n
Finding humor in my lack of sleep is really the only thing I can grasp onto. The dreams I am having are even crazier than the ones I had before the weening process.
\nI had a dream that I stole the room key to this woman’s hotel room and the whole room had chocolate bars. I can still taste the chocolatly goodness of each candy bar I ate.<\/p>\n
School starts in 2 days. This means, if I don’t get a grasp on the sleeping thing I will actually be UP at 6 am when they have to get up, which is a good thing…but I will sleep through the point where I have to pick them up.
\n*shrug*
\nWhatever…they can walk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sleeping so far has been a joke. I am awake at 5 am watching “High School Musical 2” and not sleeping. I’m sleeping until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. It’s frustrating. The other morning\/afternoon, Shaun was trying to wake me up to tell me we had to go to the bank. I had been up way too late and the odds of getting me to wake up were slim to none. The day before I had spent a good couple hours at Metro PCS store trying to get my Cingular accounts switched over because what was sposta be a $150 dollar bill for our family plan had turned into a $500.00 bill because we kept going over our minutes. I guess that had rolled over into my dream because as he tried to wake me up I kept repeating, “I clicked YES, Shaun!” “Kristine, wake up honey. We have to get to the bank before it closes.” “No, I clicked YES.” “The bank closes at 1pm, you have to wake up.” “SHAUN! I clicked YES to 200 free minutes and I am going to TAKE THEM. So quit trying to wake me up. I have two hundred free minutes!” “Honey…” “Shaun, you’re REALLY starting to piss me off!” I only remember the part of the dream where the box popped up and offered me 200 free minutes and I did click YES to it. The conversation with my husband, that I do not remember, but the clicking of the box was. Finding humor in my lack of sleep is really the only thing I can grasp onto. The dreams I am having are even crazier than the ones I had before the weening process. I had a dream that I stole the room key to this woman’s hotel room and the whole room had chocolate bars. I can still taste the chocolatly goodness of each candy bar I ate. School starts in 2 days. This means, if I don’t get a grasp on the sleeping thing I will actually be UP at 6 am when they have to get up, which is a good thing…but I will sleep through the point where I have to pick them up. *shrug* Whatever…they can walk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1473","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1473","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1473"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1473\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1473"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1473"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1473"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}