What an unproductive day of love looks like
Monday, November 9, 2009 at 9:04PM 
Today, the most useful thing I did was clean up gobs of cat poop and take a two hour nap. This is because I was up until 6:00am. Yes, Up until Six. I'm a night owl, but sweet goodness: that's insanity. I stayed up so late that my night owl transmogrified into an early bird. And this bird is tie-erd. I was helping my husband with a Big Important Project with a Tight Deadline. As we closed in on the finish line, I said, "I'm proud of you for doing this."
"I'm proud of you," he said.
"Why?"
"Because most wives wouldn't put up with this shit."
And I gotta tell ya, I felt just the teeniest bit smug (in a loving way), because: Damn. He's right.
I expected to get annoyed and impatient at some point through the long night, but it never happened. I think it's because my brain has been swimming in the sweet endorphins of creativity and friendship lately. I'm cooking up some projects over here, and it's exhilarating. Exhausting and terrifying, too, but mostly fun and empowering. And I've had good company along the way. So helping out hubby until the wee hours approached dawn didn't feel like such a burden.
So. We were up until 6:00, and then I managed to catch a few spotty hours of sleep until noon when I had to get up and go to an eye doctor appointment. Once there, a very skinny man in khakis and a pine green shirt dilated my pupils to the size of thimbles. Thimbles sound small, until you compare them to the size of your eyes. Then thimbles are ginormous. I looked crazy. The hubster said I looked high. I think both were a little bit true.
The screwed up sleep schedule and the thimble-eye gave me a roaring headache, so I came home, hell bent on crawling back in bed. And then my little seven-pound cat wreaked havoc by dragging her poop-smeared butt down the hallway. And around the bedroom. So there was cat poop everywhere! It was so much fun! Including the parts where she bit and scratched me while I tried to clean up her poopy little backside. She even hissed. Have I mentioned she's only seven pounds? She's fully grown, but looks like a kitten. So the biting-hissing-scratching wasn't nice, but it was also kind of ferociously adorable.
And then I took that nap. Now I'm babbling to you while the hubs watches the big football game. I'm happy to report that the kitty cat is sitting quietly (sans poop) and my pupils have nearly returned to their regularly scheduled size.
Let's hope this blog returns to its regularly scheduled content (read: better content) later in the week, shall we? <Insert enormous thimble-pupil eye wink here.>
Reader Comments (4)
I hope you've since recovered - from the cat poop, the 6am adrenalin rush and the dilated pupils!
Stephanie