Finding Joy in Snarkville

Yesterday as I was reading my blog list (which for the record is LONG and I commit to reading it daily, lest I ever come back to 200+ unread blogs — because after all I don’t function unless I know what you had for lunch), and I come across my friend and his current sleeping issue. Now, we all know I have a deep understanding of sleep issues — to the point that Prince asked me right after Christmas if I should talk to my doctor about the lack of sleep, since it was all I posting about these days. But I found it too funny that my friend was getting up to make himself coffee basically in his sleep. Now the 5 hour old, cold pot of joe made me sad for him — but I took a serious delight in the mental image of the 1am NEED for coffee. Yes, I’m a horrible person, please forgive me.

Well, you see this is the part where I get smacked for my insensitivity. Yesterday was an insanely busy day for me. Today is shaping up to be no less insane (more so in fact). So, in theory, I should have popped out of bed in the morning and gotten moving first thing to cross things off my list. The problem is that in the latest bouts of sleep issues in Chez Snarky, have included that I’ve been actually able to go back to sleep. Angels sing and there is much rejoicing, until we realize that I’m going back to sleep after the alarm goes off and not waking up until Prince is dressed (which is when I’m SUPPOSED to be getting Duke up/moving/dressed) which is single handedly causing a chain reaction of lateness. (Anyone want to guess if Prince likes or handles being late well?) So, I don’t get it — for as long as this system has been in place, I’ve woken up with the alarm watched a few minutes of the news and gotten up to stir Duke. For the past week, I can’t seem to make myself NOT fall back asleep. And yes, I kinda blame db for having his sleep issues and making me laugh about them.

So, while I’m being sleep-slapped, I feel the need to share my lunch. I am having lunch with one of sales reps. The noteworthy thing is that frankly I don’t sell enough of his product to go to lunch and certainly a lunch with him isn’t going to magically make me be able to sell him — but still, it is lunch. So, in addition to my insane day, my feeling bad about giggling at my friend’s issue, and my overwhelming need for MORE coffee; I must find a way to get dressed (looking respectable) before noon. Hmmm. This may be more than I can handle. Add to it that two of the cats have decided they are not capable of sleeping ANYWHERE but ON me and you have the makings of a delightful day.

From left field, I feel I must add a Duke story to round out the day. Duke loves to take something into school to offset his breakfast. It is typically a banana or a fruit bar. However, now that he knows most of his letters (and their sounds — THANKYOU LeapFrog) he is INSISTING that his name be on everything I send with him. Well, this morning he asks for a banana and says, “Name on it.” Ok, so I write D-U-K-E in green. He looks up and says, “And I need a red ‘b’” Alrighty then a ‘B’ it is. He walked through the house pointing at his ‘B’ and says — “ba-ba-ba-BOOM” (directly from the Letter Factory Video from Leap Frog). I’m laughing too hard to try to explain to him that the B is for BANANA.

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