I woke up as he was waking up and getting out of bed for work this morning. He seemed annoyed that he was waking me up again and wanted me to go back to sleep. Like a good girl, I obeyed. And now I seem to have over slept.
Taking my meds later means I get it together later. My body was sore and tired. My back was aching. I think perhaps I was restless last night but I can't remember. I feel dopey. Also, I like getting up with him in the morning and seeing him off to work. I guess he's used to being alone and quiet in the mornings. I'm not. I typically have a midget or two jump into bed with me early on which precedes the making of lunches and packing of school bags etcetera.
This, of course, is because I am not working at the moment. The reasons for this are numerous. The thought of ending up in another backward hillbilly school full of the same ignorant fuck tards terrifies me. I think of having to place the midgets into OOSH and I feel awful. Another reason is that I am not sure that I am ready for the strain of a job. I know the meds are working a bit better now, and that part of the headache of that other job was that M and I were going through our yucky patch. Perhaps it would be different now. I do miss teaching. Ideally, I could find a job share a few days rather than the full week.
And a phone call from my man, and the promise of a visit this morning has made the sun shine. My plans today involve my affair with Stephen Fry and taking M's doggy to the park for a frolic.
It's amazing how I can perk up at the sound of my man's voice. He said he likes waking up next to me but that it's silly for me to get up with him when I'm still drifting in and out of sleep. He said he could tell by the snoring :S Must do something about that... LOL
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