TGIT

I'm off work on Friday so today is TGIT.  It's a good thing because I'm some kind of exhausted mess the past couple of days.  There's no rhyme.  There's no reason.  I'm just a puddle of moods.

I'm hoping to pull myself together before the baby arrives next week.  Let's hope I'm getting my own hormones out of the way for a while so I'll be free and rested to help with the baby.  It's ridiculous I know but I can't help it.

I'm going shopping out of town with friends from work tomorrow.  It should be fun but it's hard to picture fun when you're moody and exhausted.  I plan on sleeping all night, waking up an entirely new person and then getting a haircut at 7:00 a.m.  That will complete the transformation I think.

I woke up at 3:00 this morning which is beyond ridiculous.  I got up to use the bathroom and crawled back into bed.  I tossed a bit and decided to turn on the TV to help make me sleepy.  That's when I discovered R was gone.  When did that happen?  I had no idea.  He went to the guest room because he was hot (the ceiling fan is directly over the bed in there) and I had no clue.  At any rate, I found the old Woody Allen movie, "Interiors" on TCM and watched the whole damn thing.  I had never seen it and before I could stop myself I was interested.  It was okay, but made me kind of sad (that or hormones, it's hard to tell).  I figured I was a little bit the first wife and a little bit the second wife which isn't terrible.  Could be worse.  I hope I'm a little bit more the second wife.

So it's almost bedtime.  I don't want to go too early because I don't want to be awake at 3:00 again.  I can't depend on there being another Woody Allen movie to fill the hours, so I'd rather sleep.  And now it's time.  G'night.