thoughts on sleep

There are a lot of things to be self conscious about.  I have decided that the things I do when I am asleep should not be on that list.  I am sorry to say, I cannot control what I do when I sleep.  If you can, please share your secrets.

1- When I went to the dentist last the nice dental hygienist told me that I have a lot of saliva.  She said that it was a good thing except when you are at the dentist and they have to suction you excessively to keep you from drooling all over yourself.  Needless to say, I am a sleep drooler.  I can't help it.  I try to fall asleep with my mouth closed, and from then on it is anybody's guess as to how much I am going to drool.  There is nothing I can do about this.  Or maybe there is.  I could set up some sort of suction device that would constantly suction the drool out of my mouth at night.  But lets be honest, that seems like a little silly.

2- I know that I snore when I am congested.  I can't help it.  Breathing is more important than being quiet while I sleep.  Sorry.  If I learned nothing else in nursing school it is the importance of the ABCs: Airway, Breathing, Circulation.  I am just trying to take care of the things that are important.  I have no idea if I snore when I am not sick.  I have not recorded myself.  I may snore.  And, I don't really care, to be completely honest.  Is that bad?  I have plenty of other things to worry about, like being healthy and getting to work on time, and taking care of my cat, and cleaning my house, and praying for my car to work everyday.

The reason I bring all of this up is that I was invited to go over to a friend's house last night to watch a movie with a bunch of people.  I ended up deciding not to go.  The major factor in this decision was the fact that I had slept approximately 4 of the previous 36 hours.  Anyone who knows me well knows that a tired Andrea is not happy Andrea.  Anyway, I opted out of going because I knew I would fall asleep almost immediately and then I would have to wake up and drive myself home in a state of delirium.  This seemed like a bad idea.  The other drivers on the road can thank me for my decision.  However, it also crossed my mind that if I fell asleep I may drool or, heaven forbid, make some sort of noise that I was not aware of.  And then people may laugh.  Or judge.  Or think that I am some sort of crazy person because I cannot control myself when I sleep.  Pull it together woman.  And for the record, I fully admit that I am crazy.  And I firmly believe that we all are.

Because of all of this, I have decided that I am no longer going to be self conscious about what I do when I am asleep.  I think I can do this.  My brother decided not to be ticklish anymore when he was younger, and that worked.  So here goes.

sleep

I worked Friday night.  Normally after a night shift I sleep for a very very long time.  Not so on Saturday.  I helped move my brother and sister-in-law into their new house.  I lasted until about 12:30 (when I sat down and passed out).  By the time I got home it was after 1pm.  So I slept until 4, when I randomly woke up.  That is odd for me because I normally can sleep forever.  Or close to it.  Then I went to our ward Christmas party, then conned a friend into going grocery shopping with me after so that I wouldn't kill myself driving in my sleep deprived state.  Be the time I got home, I was wide awake.  Rude.  I fell asleep at 12 something.  And slept horribly all night.  I woke up every hour or two.  Rude.  Then was wide awake at 4 and 7 and 9.  Not my style.  At 9 I finally got up.  It is just crazy because I was super super tired at the party last night, which meant I was a little silly.  Maybe a lot silly.  I probably have a lot to be embarrassed about.  Oh well.  At least I had fun, right.

I have a feeling I am going to be very tired today.  But for now I am alive awake alert enthusiastic!

Meet Gigi

After all the polls and everything, I have decided on a name.  And it is not one that was in the poll- sorry.  This is Gigi.  I like that it is silly and fun, and something I would never name my child.  And in response to the many aghast responses that I have received from people when they find out that I have had a kitten for almost 3 weeks without giving her a name, I say, I haven't done too bad considering that people get 9 months to come up with a name and I took about 2 1/2 weeks.  Thank you.  And in case you want to see more pictures of her, here you go.  I know, it's not like I have a kid, but she is the one I communicate most with during my time at home.  If that isn't a sad commentary on my life, I don't know what is.

She likes to sit in my lap, but doesn't like it when I do anything else but pay attention to her.

Her new favorite hiding place, in a box of Christmas lights my dad gave me.

He would be so proud.

I like this one because it looks like her head is half missing.

This is what happens when I get home from work and someone has poop all over her feet.

In case you are wondering, that is her nubbin of a leg.

This is the face she gives me when she wants to eat more kitty treats.

And tomorrow I plan to post about my trip to temple square last night.  Wait for it.