June 4, 2013

  • It Started Like This.....

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    ...Chewlee stayed the night since her mother worked later than normal (even after the store closed).  I'm on Day 4 of quitting smoking (yesterday was Day 3), and I seem to want to sleep a lot more.  Oh, not for long but I will get tired like I need a nap.  After Chewlee took her shower (more on that later..), I was nap-sleepy so I told Chewlee that I would lay down with her.  She goes to sleep a lot faster when I lay down with her.  She cuddles up and is asleep within just a few minutes.  Unfortunately, so was I....LOL.    Even Baron came into the guest room and laid down next to the bed and fell asleep.  The Beast had to wake him up when HE went to bed.  Otherwise Baron will bark and scratch on the door to be let into the room when he wakes up.  That's what finally woke me...almost.  It was actually the light over the sink in the kitchen.  When the Beast came in for Baron, he left the door open and the light bothered me and woke me up.

    When I got up, I woke Chewlee but told her to go back to sleep because I was just making a trip to the bathroom.  She just asked me to leave the door open (I did) and I checked on her a little later and she was sound asleep.  She just wants to know someone is close in case she gets scared.

    My taking a five hour *nap* shows me that I was ready for bed, not a nap.  I'm not sure how much has to do with my not smoking but I'll tell you this.....I opened up my closet and discovered it smells like stale, sour tobacco.  I'm finding that I can smell odors I probably haven't smelled in years.  Food tastes different to me.  And that's after just a few days of not smoking.  I'm not even using the electronic cigarette all that much.  I find that holding it sometimes is enough to keep that *extra* hand busy.  It's going a bit easier than I thought it would.  But the extra *sleeping* bothers me.  I'm not sure if it's just my way of getting through the cleansing period or what but I really DO feel very sleepy more than usual.  I'm hanging in there and just trying to get my body on a *normal* sleep schedule even if it includes an earlier bedtime.  I'll just have to make some adjustments.

    I have to tell you about Chewlee and *showering*.  At one time, Chewlee wanted nothing to do with a shower because it came down and hit her head.  She didn't like that at all.  She knows her mother takes showers and so does Grandma.  She has come to associate showering with being a *big girl*. 

    Now that she is *in first grade*, she is a *big girl* and so she now takes showers.  She also washes and creme rinses her own hair.  There's no more taking a bath every day and no more toys she plays with.  At least, not while she showers.  She told me that baths are for when she *has time*.  I think that means on the weekends but I'm not quite sure yet.  She can be very abrupt and cryptic at times and she *doesn't want to repeat herself or explain things all the time.*  I kid you not, those were her exact words. 

    The Beast is still not feeling well.  He feels he doesn't have to bother the doctor since it's tough to go bother him for something as vague as his symptoms are.  A sudden feeling of weakness, a headache, slight nausea and an upset stomach.  When he rests, the nausea and headache subside but his upset stomach stays longer.  The weakness also goes away after a short nap.  Then he is able to eat something light (soup, crackers) and he's fine.....for a while.

    He wants to start tearing the guest bedroom apart and then my computer room so he can get rid of the rugs and get the laminate down.  We'll get an area rug for me since the floor in here gets very cold in the winter and I have to keep my feet warm.  Just keeping socks on my feet doesn't work and I haven't found any really comfortable slippers in a couple years (not since the ones I loved were no longer carried where I bought them every year).  **Sigh** They were the softest slip-ins ever.

    Anyway, I told the Beast that doing some of this is why he suffers from the sudden weakness.  He overdoes things and pushes himself to the point of exhaustion and he doesn't recover well.  I told him to accept the fact that we are two old people who can no longer do some of the things we once did.  We need some helping hands to move some of the stuff we have in the rooms (dressers, bookcases, his gun safe) that need to be moved out of the rooms in order to take out the carpeting and install the laminate.  I'm hoping he might ask one of his new buddies to help out because I am afraid of being hurt trying to do any of that. 

    Well, I need to go back to bed.  There's only a few hours left before I have to get Chewlee up to catch her bus to Summer Camp at the school.  Love you all and I hope you are having a decent week at the very least.  Be good.  Stay safe.