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Sleep Disorders

I think I have one. Or four. Or now that I think about it ::counts on fingers and toes::: I have eight. Four children, three cats, and one dog.

Uncle daddy went missing last night. You must understand that mine are indoor kitties. They are not allowed to venture outside our home as I want them to remain healthy for years to come. So it happens that somehow Uncle Daddy escaped last night and I can't sleep when one of my childen aren't home and accounted for.

So no sleep for me. I must have woken hubby up around 1:30 and when he found out that our cat was missing, he got right out of bed to search for him. This, from a man who was going to have to get up for good in less than two hours. Is there any wonder why I love him? (Sorry Tom!)

Lance found our wet and very frightened cat outside in front of our house. He's been skittish all day since. I hope he learned his lesson that it's a big bad world out there.

Having had no sleep, I wasn't in the mood to head for the gym this morning, but I did anyway. I felt better for having done so, and after my workout I relaxed in the jaccuzi there for a while because I didn't have my daycare boys with me.

Speaking of my little guys.... I will probably be losing them this week. Dan ships out to Iraq next week, and the house they flipped hasn't sold so they are planning on moving into it. I'm heartsick about losing my little men. I know this is a very tough decision for her to make, as she will be in a neighborhood where she knows no one, and there aren't any small children around for Daniel and Dillon to play with. I know it's a tough decision by the way her face looked today after she had a crying meltdown before she came to my door to talk about moving.

If she moves....we may also. My father has been asking us to move into his large house in Seattle, near Greenlake, so he can take some money out of his house and purchase a trailer and go traveling around the country for a while. We're from there originally, and all our kids desperately wish to move back.

I think I'll hold off on decisions until after I get the meatloaf from the oven for dinner.

Ciao.

Comments

  1. it's funny, i read you might move and my initial urge was to ask you to be certain to keep in touch and then i realized...hahahahahahah

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  2. LOL! Isn't that a funny thing? It's like we're not just virtual friends.

    I'm so very glad that stumbled across your blog when I first began blogging.

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  3. Crikey, big decisions.

    I love shifting house, so I'm a bit jealous.

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  4. You love shifting house?

    Where can I catch that disease? I surely don't have it now.

    No decisions have been made yet. I'm waiting for someone to make the decision for me.

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  5. I'm personally convinced that many decisions are best postponed by meatloaf.

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  6. Darius, I like the way you :cough: think.

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  7. Uhhh, sorry...I'm a dog person, but aren't cats SUPPOSED to roam? Like, that's what they do?

    Seattle's nice, I hear...

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  8. Seattle is very nice. We love it.

    Yes, cats do roam. Sometimes they do so at night and keep us up.

    And yet.....we continue to feed them. We're nice like that.

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