Addendum

It also can't be storming ALL NIGHT LONG. BIG. BOOMY. ALL NIGHT LONG.

I am an asshole to sleep with.

I will admit it. I am a lousy bed partner.

The bed has to be made before I get in it. Crawling into bed that first time when the bed is perfectly made is like a nice soft hug. It's my favorite time of day. If the bed is all messy and full of man germs, it's just not the same. The sheets and blankets have to lay flat across me. No bunching up on one side. And for the love of God, the quilt has to be on the right way. I don't care that it is the same size both ways, the TAG GOES AT THE BOTTOM RIGHT.

The sheets have to be right. I can't sleep on scratchy sheets. This includes those in hotels. I always bring my own pillow, and I have actually considered bringing my own sheets. We have 1000 thread count sheets now, but I'm not sure I'm happy with them. Too thick.

The temperature in the room has to be right. 72 degrees or below. Not hotter. I don't care if this means we have to turn the air on when it is only 73°, I need it 72° or below or I can't sleep. No, turning on a fan is not good enough. The attic fan is too loud and the stand fan is too windy. And do NOT touch me if it is above 70° in the room. There will be no cuddling of any kind. Stay on your own side and don't even cross a toenail over the line. This makes for great confusion for the husband as I'm like "You better put out tonight, but don't touch me because it's too hot and too windy and make sure you stay over there."

I must have a king sized pillow. This was fine when we also had a king sized bed. Now that we have a queen, the pillows take up half the bed. But, it's the sacrifice we have to make. I need the proper pillow.

I can't help it. I have needs. Things must be right.

I'm just not a deep thinker.

You may have noticed that I haven't updated my blog in quite some time. Unless you've already given up on me, in which case I could probably save myself this lengthy explanation post.

My life is very day to day. Today I woke up, showered, fed baby, am waiting for cleaning lady to arrive, will go to Target later, maybe scrap a layout or 2, make some dinner... maybe... have a glass of wine ... probably... and then go to bed and watch a movie.

I love my cleaning lady, but not enough to warrant an entire post about her.

I love my husband, but really, who the hell cares but me. Well, maybe him, too.

The kids are kids. No one wants to hear about my kids, they're probably only cute to me, anyway.

So, I really only get the urge to post when I feel I have something to say worth reading. Which obviously isn't that often.

Oh look, the garbage man is here! See? Not an exciting blog entry.

Went to Tony Roma's for dinner last night. Sean took his straw out of his chocolate milk, dipped it in ketchup, put it back in the cup and then finished drinking. Disgusting. I let him do it so he wouldn't scream and throw the chocolate milk at the people at the next table.

Again, no one cares but me. And the people at the next table.

So... That's why I rarely update. If I ever feel funny I come and post, but clearly those times are fewer and fewer lately. :)