Elly is back on the sucky sleeping schedule again. I swear that kid goes through sleeping phases like people go through fad diets. (I don't diet, I just eat cookies. Lots and lots of cookies!)
What does that mean for me other than my own sleepless nights? It means my new health insurance company thinks I'm an insomniac for one. I took a health assessment test for a $35 gift card to be used for medical expenses. (Why the hell wouldn't I answer 100 questions about me for $35 free? Duh!) It asked how many hours of sleep I get a night, how rested do I feel when I get up for the day, and so on.
What it doesn't allow for during the questionnaire is a place for you to fill in any kind of explanation behind it. Like if I was a meth-head and was tweaking every night then of course I wouldn't get any sleep. (But at least I'd get all the laundry done!)
But what about parents of insomniac kids? There's no box to check for that. So instead, I'll now get spammed with a million emails about how not sleeping enough has a poor effect on my health. No shit. Now if only there was enough time for a mommy nap time in a day and this wouldn't be a problem.
But yesterday afternoon was the icing on the cake for just how sleepless I've been the last few nights. At work, I have a Keurig in my "office." (I say "office" and not office because it's only got three walls and no door, so people can still come in my space willy-nilly whenever they feel like it. Plus, since I'm a natural loud talker, they can hear pretty much everything I say.) I drink a lot of coffee and the Keurig gets quite the daily workout.
It was time for my afternoon cup o' joe pick-me-up. And as I plopped the little k-cup in and watched the coffee stream into my cup, I realized I needed to up the ante a bit. So I pulled out the canister of mocha cappuccino mix from the drawer and added a few scoops of that to the coffee for the extra jolt I was going to need to re-read the same story five times for copy edit mistakes. (I lead a glamorous life!)
As my coffee finished brewing I started searching for the blue lid to the canister so I could clean up and get on with my afternoon. But alas, I couldn't find the lid! (Mind you, the entire coffee making process was done from the comfort of my desk chair. I didn't move more than 12 inches during the entire process to make this cup of coffee. How the hell I misplaced the lid I have no idea.) And as I'm standing up, spinning in circles, cursing myself for being crazy and not able to find the blue lid (I even checked my pockets!) a lady I'd never met before but needed to introduce myself to (and make a good first impression for because I'd be working with her lots in the future) walked in and saw me turning in circles on my own little crazy train. My entire conversation with her was distracted by the fact that I couldn't find the blue lid to this damn canister!!!
Finally, as I tried to shoo her away so she wouldn't see how crazy I was, I just got down on the floor and started digging under a cabinet in my "office." And alas! I finally found the lid... a GOLD lid. Why I swore it was blue, I have no idea.
Clearly, I not only needed my afternoon cup o' joe, but I needed to add another scoop of cappuccino mix to it. Because my little insomniac is making me crazy!!!!
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