Tax season. One of my favourite times of year. The only problem is husband gets anxiety when we have any significant amount of extra money. Why? Who knows? Maybe it’s from growing up poor, like I did, or maybe it’s the stress of knowing it can go places but not sure where to put it? Anyways, his anxiety is causing me to have anxiety since I’m prone to it, I imagine. I tend to feed off of others emotions, and mimic them myself. It sucks. I should be excited and happy that we are now debt free, and got to go a little spend crazy yesterday. Instead I’m sitting here, typing on a new laptop, waiting for packages in the mail, and feeling down and anxious. My brain sucks!
Last weekend I was talking with my niece and learned she hasn’t watched all of the Harry Potter movies, so being the geeky aunt I am, I invited her to come spend the weekend at my house and binge watch them with me. This is not something I do often, or really, ever. So I was a bit nervous when she said yes, and also quite excited!
She was supposed to come over this evening and stay until Sunday evening, when I got a text from her asking when we’d be finished tomorrow because her mom wanted her home Saturday afternoon. I was like wtf? There’s no way we could watch 8 two-hour movies in one day. Even I can’t do that! So now she has to cancel.
This is one of the reasons I have such an issue with my sister-in-law. I put something out there that’s not easy for me to do, and immediately shuts it down. Especially when it comes to the kids. You’d think she would want us to spend more time with her kids. Apparently not.
So husband has found this. If you are husband, please stop reading. I promise I’m not saying anything bad about you.
Time for another episode of Tales From My Childhood. This one’s not so much a tale, but more of an I’m stupid kind of story.
Back in the 90’s when TLC was a group still, and Waterfalls was a big hit, I always thought they were saying “don’t go Jason, waterfalls.” Like, don’t go, there’s waterfalls. They’re dangerous.
It wasn’t until years later that I realized they were saying don’t go chasing waterfalls.
You know when you wake up in the morning and you’re disappointed that you’re still alive? Yeah. That.
Lately insomnia has been kicking my ass. Twice already this week, it’s taken me hours to fall asleep, and while I try, I get horrendous restless leg syndrome. Klonopin doesn’t help much when the rls kicks in, so I lie in bed exhausted, unable to sleep. Usually it’s caused by stress or over stimulation, but nothing like that has been happening lately so I don’t know what’s causing it and what to change.
It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve had to take a Klonopin. By the time this posts, it’ll have been 4. I’m sure part of it has to do with not having to see anyone, but most of it is because I’m so much more relaxed in this house.
In fact I’m so relaxed, that I’ve been sleeping for up to 12 hours a night! Normally I get 10, 11 on a good day, but lately I’ve been going to bed at 8:45-9:00 and waking up between 8:30 and 9:00! Even husband has noticed that he’s been sleeping better, and we’re sure it’s the new house.