The house is finally empty, not that I'm making a underhanded comment. Family plans crumbled for the weekend and Ben brought Violet on Sunday afternoon. He left me on Monday feeling exhausted already and with a nervous feeling because I was to watch Violet all on my own on Tuesday. Mum to the point that she actually came home around 5pm. But it turned out being fine, aside from general lack of sleep. The only true worry came when I was feeding her breakfast, just paranoid that at any moment she could just choke and my breath would catch in my lungs and just...bad. But it was good! We played and then she went down for a knock-out nap. So long that I finished my book and was so hungry I couldn't wait to eat with her. Mum came home and took some of the pressure off. Bashley came back and we had stressful and good family time.
Even though Violet basically refused to go to bed on Tuesday night, she was up around 7 on Wednesday, waking me up. I am still a morning person, but this lack of sleep summer has turned me into a grumpy morning zombie until I actually have to drive myself home. I have discovered that I really cherish that morning routine that has developed--driving Mum to work, then having my music in the car ride home on the highway, back into the house for a coffee and some telly as I start the day properly. Just a slightly altered story this week with visitors. The general tiredness had me in a bad mood, one that not even zumba could get rid of. The sweat poured down again, and a strain in my side halfway through threatened to make me quit, but I didn't and took the time to laugh almost audibly at myself during the class at my persistent inability to master quite simple footwork. So I guess that was a positive. I came home just feeling SO grumpy. Played Scrabble with Ben and Mum and discovered that I good and plainly suck at it. I cried, literally. Cus Ben was being mean about it (in a caring, brotherly way) and I was just tired and upset. Then Mum and I watched an eppy of Gene Simmons where he visited military people who were about to deploy, and it was just depressing. Also, as of last night and today, I realized I need to lay off the coffee drinks and have more water. Note: most of the drinks are decaf so are not contributing to lack of sleep. Just general going to bed lateness, fear of spiders, heat, having to get up early.
Today was quite bland and depressing. I should rather talk about how amazing my niece is. I don't really feel like I'm the type of person to go on about How Amazing It Is To Watch Her Grow or anything, nor do I go crazy on little children when a lot of other people are already lavishing attention on them, but it was nice to spend a more extended amount of time with Violet, to really watch her in action. And action indeed. I somehow wondered at adults gaining weight with children when you are always having to get up to mind her going into another room. And how you have to make sure she eats a protein, a veggie, a fruit at each meal--makes me focus more on what I would eat at the same time. It was cool to watch her learn the small things. Ok so maybe I am going on a bit :P
Maybe I am down a bit about the next two weeks but I know that overall "it's going to be good" and that I'll have things to occupy my time (such as making an inspirational poster of a Simon quote!) and such. All will be ok. Already on the countdown to one of my besties coming home, got a free strip show. Listen to "Together" and think of Nina singing it happily, listen to "Young Love" and think of a Starbucks on Bankside. Cuddle with my cats, try not to kill another bird on the highway*, all will be well! Also, I think you should know that I'm wearing lipstick.
*I can't believe I forgot to tell this story! And graphic element warning!: Mum and I were driving home from the gym like last week. I was driving, on the highway, going fast then obviously. See this black thing kind of swooping down, closer and closer, rapid rapid, all of a sudden it SMACKS against the windshield and basically explodes. I mean, I saw it out of the corner of my eyes but it happened right in front of Mum. Blood and guts up the windshield. It wasn't like a bloodbath, but it was so random and just nasty. Mum almost threw up. When we got home she had to hose down the car. Nast.
Eew.
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