I sure! Yet again last night I fell asleep ok, only to wake up at 1.30 (when to sleep about 11.30), got back to sleep, fairly quickly and then woke up again at 3am. That was it! after that I was tossing and turning like a banshee. Gordon didn't have a good sleep either despite the new allery medicine. It's working during the day but not completely during the night. So after this, I am doing a complete spring clean of the bedroom in the hope that might help the problem because I am going to go out of my mind, if I don't get a decent sleep soon.
I think it having a weird effect on my dreams as well, as they are very vivid at the moment. In fact on Saturday, Gordon got up before me, so as I had a grotty night sleep, I decided to enjoy the peace (no sniffing or blowing of the nostrils) and maybe get an hour of sleep. No such luck, within 25 mins, I was up because I had such a disturbing dream it scared the bejesus out of me, the last image I remember was a man deliberately burning his arm down to the bone!!!!
Dream 2: Then last night, we were escaping from something, we were on planes, grateful the president was the plane before us because everyone knew he was on it, so it was sure to be blown up, I was running late (what's new) as I just had to get all my beading supplies together (plus some other stuff). In the meantime, as I collecting my stuff, Scott Peterson (WHY) was being shown around the house we had or where living in. I wasn't expecting the realtor so was suprised and she was agitated because the rival realtor was her daughter/mother(?) I was embarrassed as the house was in the usual state, the kids bathroom was not fit for human use and then I thought, well they can use our bathroom but on second thoughts, that's not as clean as it should be. Jump forward, and I am now running for the plane, Gordon is furious with me, because he didn't know where I was and then my crown falls out for the upteemth time, leaving me with this crumbling stump.
As I said weird. On top of all that, had a big bust up with eldest daughter on Friday because of my financial management skill not being too good(although Gordon insists on me doing it even though I don't even have credit card because I am a spent spent type of person). Decided to do some sorting out of our accounts (have a year of receipts to go through, don't ask why) and figure out Elisabeth allowance. The long and short of it was I sent off an email accusing her of being financially frivolous when in fact she has not been. She was understandably not too pleased. Yet to hear, if I have been forgiven.
Oh well, the day beckons.
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