In addition to steroid pack, other sleep issues:
1. Job related stress. As you know, it's been a rough stretch and you still don't even REALLY know what started the mess, but I will share soon. Since when does caring for cute cuddle bugs lead to stress? Stupid people, that's how. Just like most stress, in my opinion, - generated by stupid people.
2. Hotel mix up. (see below)
|I may or may not be a walking |
meme while in Europe. I texted
Mini this photo from the mall,
asking if she felt I was worthy of
wearing it. I have to share
her response in another post.
3. Finnegan - story coming soon.
4. Maybe I eat TOO healthy, or maybe I eat something that touched gluten at some point, or stared at gluten in the pantry. No idea, but sometimes I don't sleep because my insides want me awake. I can't pinpoint it. And it isn't an acute bathroom issue, like I don't wake up and RACE to the bathroom. *we'll leave it at that out of fear that further discussion might mean we aren't friends anymore* It's just my body going YEAH, THAT WAS A LOT OF (fill in blank here) any number of things: fiber, dairy, gluten-ish something?
Then . . . I NEED TO BE AWAKE WHILE MY BODY IS THINKING THINGS OVER. I fear that it's onions and peppers, and guess who likes onions and peppers? Do I need to eat earlier? I try to wrap up my eating by 5-ish and that tends to help, but it isn't always possible. Is it just that I'm old? Hormones/menopause?
Sweet mother, so annoying. If you have an answer or a suggestion please enlighten me.
3 POINT CONTEST - NOT SCORING IN THE HOTEL DEPARMENT:
When we took Reg to the state finals 3 point contest, we arrived at the Hyatt Place at 9 pm. The athletic director at the high school made the reservations. There were 4 rooms for our high school participants/coaches. We were the last to check in. All the hotel rooms with two beds were gone. They were going to give us a king.
Me: UM, THERE ARE 4 OF US. (he claimed the room had a 'queen' sized pullout - it was a double)
Hotel guy: SORRY, BUT CHECK IN WAS HOURS AGO.
Now, hold the phone. I've stayed in many, many hotels in my life. Never did they say I missed the boat because I hadn't called to say I wouldn't be there to check-in at 3 pm. What? This wasn't a dinner party where I was considered rude for not calling ahead to say I'd be late. Right?
I hoped he'd find us a room with two beds, but finally I said we'd make it work. Remember this was the day the control people fired me and I'd been so focused on pleasing them and waking the bubble baby and I hadn't slept much the night before. I neglected to think clearly and pack an air mattress or a sleeping bag.
We entered our hotel room and
SOMEONE'S STUFF WAS IN OUR ROOM.
Let's pause here a moment to be grateful that we saw someone's stuff and NOT someone's junk . . . if you get my drift. There were no naked people or people doing things that many people who don't travel with children might do in a hotel room, knowing that they were alone and enjoying privacy.
Reg recognized the winter coat tossed on a chair. It belonged to his assistant coach. All the high school basketball teams who were competing for the championship were staying at this hotel and the place was a madhouse. I went back down to the desk to get a new key. Hotel guy wasn't sure which of the 4 rooms reserved for our group was unoccupied.
Me (to myself): ARE YOU USING YOUR COMPUTER TO SEND YOUR MOM EMAILS? CHECKING SOCIAL MEDIA? PLAYING SOLITAIRE? WHAT IS THE POINT OF A COMPUTER SYSTEM IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ROOMS ARE OCCUPIED?
This was getting entertaining. Hotel guy and I went back up to the floor where my fam was standing in the hallway. It took a while to get an elevator, see above: MADHOUSE. I'd left them there, assuming incorrectly that the 4 rooms for our group were on the same floor and hoping to alleviate dragging our stuff back to the lobby. Hotel guy took us to another floor and what was behind that magic door? A vacant room. Hooray.
I wanted Reg to have a good night sleep, so I told him to share the king with Coach. Curly said she'd just sleep on cushions on the floor. I took the full size pullout, but first encouraged Curly to share it with me. She said she was fine. We had no sleeping bag, but we'd gotten extra begging from the front desk.
Curly woke up freezing during the night. Stupid me - I'd brought a blanket up from the car just in case and failed to give it to her. Have I mentioned I hadn't slept well the night before? And that I'd just been fired? My brain was misfiring. When Curly crawled in bed with me, I woke up. I turned up the heat, put my winter coat on her, and lay awake the rest of the night. My mind replaying what I wanted to say to those ass-hats. I might've finally dozed off for 30 minutes before it was time to wake up.
Who has visited Budapest? We're also going to Vienna and Prague, a few days each. Anyone traveled to Europe? Favorite place? Anyone else get assigned a hotel room with people in it? What messes with your sleep?