I spent the day before yesterday not sleeping. Stress-related insomnia gets me a few times a month, and night-before-last was no exception. (Not that I have ANYTHING to stress out about!) I called yesterday morning to confirm that my sister was coming over that afternoon to babysit while I went into work. My sister was at my mother's house. Mom answered the phone, and I talked to her for a bit.
"Are you feeling okay, honey? You sound.....tired." This is universal mom-ese for "you sound like hammered poo. What happened?"
"I'm exhausted, Mom. I didn't sleep, and Bean was up a good chunk of the night, too."
"I'll have your sister call you. Hope you feel better, hon."
Not twenty minutes later, my sister calls. she says, a little unconvincingly "Work's a little slow right now. How about I head over now instead of waiting for the afternoon?" I was too tired to say no. She was at the house shortly thereafter, grabbed the kids, and ordered me to bed.
I rested up (but didn't actually sleep. Stupid insomnia.) enough to drag myself to the office. I put in a few hours and trudged back home. She ordered me back into bed, and I managed to sleep for an hour and a half. I was woken up by my daughter (not Bean, her sister) playing trampoline with the lining of my uterus. It wasn't a bad way to wake up, to tell the truth.
My sister's really come through for me the past year or so. The kids adore her, and she's a good body to lean on when I need help. She even offered to help me weed the backyard this weekend, which is great because I'm squatting out there every day trying to make headway, and yet a weedless yard escapes me.
You want comedy? Watch an obese five-month pregnant woman weed a yard on her hands and knees in the Vegas sun. It's like watching a Holstein graze in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon background. I wonder if Acme is hiring.
Posted by Jen at May 14, 2009 2:52 PM