Remind me tonight, when it’s getting close to 10 and I’m finally able to do something that I want to do…. REMIND ME that I’m completely exhausted today because I stayed up too late last night.
Got that? REMIND ME.
I’ll tell you to go to hell, but remind me anyway.
I’m headed to Dallas-Ft. Worth this coming Wednesday to meet up with some friends that I’ve been communicating with online at a scrapbooking message board since 1999. I’ve met some of them before, and some I haven’t. But I can guarantee that we’re going to have a wonderful time with much laughter — I’m looking forward to it!
Alice is going with me since she’s nursing. Helen is staying here with Daddy and grandparents. The longest I’ve been away from Helen is about 45 hours. This trip will more than double that record.
By day four, I’ll probably be curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, and sucking my thumb, speaking in toddler gibberish.
I just looked over and saw Alice on the floor, gnawing on a discarded Pop Tart that Helen had elected not to eat this morning.
Jerry’s narration: “I wish I had teeth!”
Since she hasn’t quite figured out the concept of mashing up food before swallowing it, I took away the Pop Tart before she managed to break any off of it. She’s so used to having me wrench things out of her fat little ham fists she didn’t even complain.
I started taking Zyrtec again the other night. I’m trying taking it at night this year, to see if that helps with the fatigue aspect of taking it. It makes me verrrrrrry tired and sleepy for about the first week/10 days I take it. I think I’m on day 3 or 4. I feel like a zombie.