I am SO glad to be home. Not so much glad to be back at work again, but glad to sleep in my own bed, use my own bathroom, eat my own food (of which, it appears, I have none) and just crash on my own couch. So so glad.

We got home last night at like 1 or 1:30. I really wasn’t paying attention to the time, as it was taking all of my energy to drag my body and my suitcase out of the car and into the house. My suitcase landed on the floor just inside the bedroom, my jeans, sweatshirt, t-shirt, bra and socks in a big heap right next to it. (I can’t begin to tell you how happy I was to get out of those smoky smelly clothes.) Somewhere between the end of the bed and the pillow I found a nightshirt, and was asleep within 4.7 seconds. I’m not sure Jas was even all the way in the house before I was snoring.

I woke up at 4am when Jas punched me in the face. Yes, punched me in the face. You see, Jas is 6’5" and about 275lbs. While we have a King sized bed, he still takes up an awful lot of it. To top it off, he’s quite the floppy sleeper. Picture a fish freshly caught from a body of water, and trying desperately to get up off the ground and put itself back in the water. That’s how Jas turns over in his sleep. Arms flailing, legs thrashing, great gobs of fun. Sometimes in my sleep, my face or body dares to get in the way of this procedure, which is what happened at 4am. He almost never wakes up when he hits me, and I’ve stopped forcing him awake to yell. Yelling to his conscious self, as it turns out, doesn’t do a damn bit of good when he’s asleep. So, I take the hit, turn over and attempt to go back to sleep. Only this is never something that actually works. I have a hard time sleeping. Always have. It usually takes me forever to fall asleep, and then I have trouble staying asleep. So last night, I fall asleep within seconds, for the first time in a VERY long time, only to have my dear darling husband pop me in the head, so that I can be forced awake to lie and stare at the ceiling for another 3 hours. Isn’t marriage great?

I was quite crabby by the time I got to the office, but I think I managed to hold it together well. I felt much better by the time I got off work, so I went out to dinner with my sister on the way to pick up my dog. We also went shopping for more kitchen supplies, since my kitchen is sadly lacking in cookware. I got new measuring cups and spoons and a cute little cookie dough scooper thing. I also got canisters. I’m not entirely sure what I will put in them, but I know that all kitchens I’ve been in (where people actually cook) have canisters, so I thought mine should too. (Sidenote: anyone know what to put in them? I have 4, so I was thinking flour, sugar, brown sugar, and <insert random recipe ingredient here>. Any ideas?) Jas is pretty sure I’ve lost my mind. But he also says I can’t make cookies, so what the hell does he know?

Mia is so happy to be home. Mostly. She’s currently a little pissed at me because I’m typing a post and not paying attention to her. But doesn’t she understand that it’s NaBloPoMo, and I have to get this posted by midnight? PRIORITIES, PEOPLE!