The Prompt: 10 reasons why you can't sleep at night
10.
NaNoWriMo. I entered this crazy writing project called NaNoWriMo. The idea is to write 50,000 words in 30 days. That comes out to 5000 words every three days. The longest story I’ve ever written was 21 pages long, and it was only 6500 words. I am not entirely sure what I was thinking when I signed up. You don’t even get anything if you accomplish this next to impossible feat, not even a cookie. And I am now 5 days behind. Nice.
9.
My shower. Oh, Lord. My shower is so gross. I spent a good hour scrubbing it the other night, and it is still nasty. I want to just rip the whole thing out and install a new shower. And my fear is that there’s going to be some sort of tragedy or disaster that will cause friends and family to show up at my house. What if they want or need to take a shower? I’ll have to say, “no, sorry, my shower is gross. Go over to the neighbor’s.” (Please note that Wylee says the shower looks fine. He doesn’t know).
8.
My job. Ugh. This freaking economy. If I could get some kind of guarantee that I won’t lose my job, that would be really cool. Or if I could be assured that we would never lose the house, that would be awesome.
7.
Nintendo DS. Wylee got me a Nintendo DS for our anniversary and I HAVE to play every night. It’s not like there’s even games to play that are that exciting. It’s all Suduko and Brain Age and Scribblenauts. If you have a favorite DS game, please let me know, and I’ll add it to my Christmas list!
6.
Christmas lists. Wylee keeps a really tight leash on me when it comes to Christmas shopping. It takes an intense amount of planning on my part. Who makes the cut, what will the budget be, what am I going to get them, what will I make for the people who don’t make the cut, what kind of bonus will give to our “service providers.” Thank goodness I like to bake, the AC’s teacher and Buster’s daycare provider are getting cookies and fudge. Merry Christmas to them.
5.
Adam. Sure, I still think of him. I wonder if he’s ok, if he’s happy. Our new social worker also happens to be Adam’s current social worker, so she gives me little updates. She says that he’s ok, but that the birth mother is still causing problems. If you remember, the birth mother convinced her aunt to adopt Adam, presumably so she would still have contact with him. The aunt said she would, but now won’t let the birth mom see him (because she is seriously mentally disturbed. She needs help). I am thankful that at least Adam’s new mother truly appears to be looking out for Adam’s best interests. And I really think that everything happens for a reason, and I know now that Buster is a much better match for us.
4.
Bridges. Bridges definitely make my list of top 10 things that freak me out. Not little wimpy bridges, those are no big deal. I’m talking about big bridges. That go over the ocean. That have collapsed during major earthquakes. That had a cable break and fall onto a vehicle just last week. That I have to travel on to get to San Francisco, which I have to do next month. Ugh! I will need to have some form of tranquilizing agent in my system in order to accomplish this.
3.
The AC. There’s something not quite right with the AC. She’s brilliant, of course. And she’s so damn cute. But she’s such a loner. She doesn’t really play with any of the other kids. She’s friendly enough, but she would rather do her own thing than waste her time trying to share and play nice and actually interact with a child her own age. I’m thinking about setting up some play dates with some of the other kids from her school, but I don’t know any of the parents. That’s not weird, is it? I was thinking of sending a little card to the mother of the lucky playdate child, asking her to call me to set something up.
2.
Buster. We are so close to finalizing the adoption. Our big hearing, the hearing that terminates all parental rights, is at the end of this month. After that, no one can come forward and say that they are a long lost aunt or grandmother or cousin and take him away from us. If we can just get through these last few weeks. After that, everything else will be just paperwork. Hopefully. I f nothing crazy pops up at the last moment.
And the number 1 reason why I can’t sleep at night…
1.
Wylee. How can a girl sleep when there’s a coyote mauling her?