Terrifying Realization

My dog is a “morning dog!”  That’s right, Noodle has all sorts of energy first thing in the morning and it’s making me nuts.  By first thing in the morning, I mean around 4:30.  He barks.  He whines. He jumps on the bed and pushes the cats off.  He licks my toes. He licks my face. He starts the whole process all over again until I get up.  He follows me as I make my drowsy trek to the bathroom. Licks my toes as I turn on the shower.  Helps me dry off my legs when I get out of the shower.  The only time he looks tired (although I think it might be more melancholy) is when I’m blow drying my hair.  It’s then he realizes that I’m about to leave for the day. Once the dryer is off though, he’s back to running around and panting and hopping and smiling.  This all comes to an abrupt halt when I pick up my purse.  He lies down and tilts his head and looks so sad.  I’m pretty sure that once the door closes behind me he falls asleep, no longer feeling sad and saving up energy to do the same thing the next night.

You raise ’em up right and they end up loving the morning!  What’re ya gonna do?

Not my first time around the block

At 33 years old, I begin to wonder how many more “firsts” I have left.  I mean big ones, not like “first time I eat oysters (never!)” or first kisses with random boys, but big things.  I guess there is first marriage (in theory) and first child (maybe) but I’m not really sure how interested I am in either of these.  First house….well, that could be cool, but a TON of responsibility.  I feel as though I can only deal with such responsibility should I have ample finances also….nearly as elusive as a husband, but more appealing at this point.

Every day includes some firsts, I supposse. But are they firsts worth mentioning or even acknowledging? I love a party as much as the next gal, but I want to make sure that I don’t overly celebrate everything in my life, which only serves to dilute the real celebrations.

 Oh hell, what do I know, at this point I want to make out with a cute boy, play with my dog and have my hair be long enough to put in a pony-tail.  Is that really too much to ask?

Daily Grind

I’ve slept in my bed for the past 3 nights.  For those who get to hear all the randomness of my life, you know that this is a big deal. For almost a year now, I have slept on my couch more then I have in my bed.  This started after I had surgery and couldn’t get in and out of my bed, then it continued when I went through a serious phase of insomnia accompanied with the inability to sleep in my bed because it felt too lonely.  Yeah, mental health and I have a tumultuous relationship sometimes. The last few months I think I’ve been sleeping on the couch out of habit….nothing more, nothing less.

So–the last 3 days are kind of a big deal 🙂 What I have noticed, however, in all this “big girl bed” sleeping is that I grind my teeth.  Lovely!  I have been waking up with headaches and my teeth are all sensitive and yesterday I was awoken at like 3:30 (thanks Noodle!) and my jaw was clenched like my hand clenched on a $20 Kate Spade bag in a sale bin! Great!  This will inevitabely force me to go to the dentist or something, I’m sure of it.  I don’t feel tense in general….what is it all about?  I’m probably more well adjusted right now then I have been in a long time (sure, that might not be saying THAT much–but hey!) 

Maybe this is just a phase and I will be be able to sleep in my big girl bed and NOT have a headache in the morning in no time at all.  I bet this would all be taken care of if there was another person in my bed.  What WOULDN’T be helped by that?  Wait–don’t answer that……….