Rude Awakening

I woke up angry this morning. I'm not completely positive why, but I did. I was annoyed and pissed and the fact that it was still pitch black out did not help my mood.

I fell asleep on the couch last night around 8:30 or 9:00 (quite reminiscent of my pregnancy days) while we were watching Ocean's 13. I never made it past the beginning and I'm actually pretty disappointed. The last thing I remember is George Clooney and Brad Pitt having a conversation with Eddie Izzard then all of a sudden the husband is over me telling me to get up and go to bed. I'm pretty sure I said something ridiculous because he was laughing as he told me to go upstairs. I was convinced that it wasn't any later than maybe 9:15...I could not have slept that long. I headed upstairs and took a quick glance at the boy and then at the clock on our thermostat, 10:53!?!??!?! WTH!?!? Where did the evening go!?!? I had work to do...I had papers to grade...I had Clooney to watch. I checked on the girl, put on my pjs, popped a tylenol with codeine because now I was in some major pain courtesy of falling asleep on the couch and a major PT session, and I got into bed. What felt like minutes later, the boy was in bed with us. How did that happen??!?! Apparently, he had a screaming crazy nightmare. So, he spent the evening with us. I am not a fan of co sleeping. I do not sleep well with a third or really even a second person in the bed with me. Maybe that's why I woke up angry?

Or maybe I woke up angry because I had some crazy dreams last night. I mean seriously CRAZY! I don't remember what they were about but I know they were crazy enough to wake me out of a dead sleep. My dreams are always NUTS when I take the tylenol. I guess it's the way the codeine screws with my brain. In the past, though, I've never woken up angry after a night of nutso dreaming.

Maybe I woke up angry because the husband had off today and he was going to pick up our new car. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to drive it first. Quite childish and petty of me but maybe that's why I woke up angry?

Maybe I woke up angry because the husband came home late last night courtesy of one of his employees switching with another and not letting him know. Then when he came home and showed me his schedule for the week he is working Saturday night. Why would this make me angry?!?! This made me angry last night because I have plans on Saturday and I've been planning them for weeks now, maybe even months. I checked and double checked with him to make sure he could switch his schedule- no problem. I reminded him repeatedly to make sure the schedule was right- no problem. I even wrote him a note and sent him a text to make sure he remembered- no problem. Well, problem. He's on until 10 on Saturday night and I was pissed! He claims he can switch with the other manager but we'll see. I still don't think I woke up angry because of that.

I don't know why I woke up angry. Things are pretty good right now, considering. We're getting ready for my favorite time of year. Christmas is everywhere. The kids are healthy, I'm semi healthy, my family is healthy. We've been given the gift of a new car- very generous and a HUGE weight off our minds and hearts and poketbooks. I mean things are going pretty good. I just can't figure out why I woke up angry. Maybe it's just as simple as, I didn't want to wake up today. I mean I wanted to wake up but I didn't want to get out of bed. I love waking up and seeing my little boy's face right next to mine. I don't like it when I can roll over at 3 in the morning and see his face but at 7 or 8, it's no big deal! I love laying in bed and talking with the husband and playing with the kids and just enjoying time together. Time away from doctors and bills and accidents and messy kitchens. (That's another thing, I came downstairs to a kitchen that was filthy! I had been reassured by the husband that it would be clean- no such luck!) I guess I just didn't want to get out of bed...I wanted to be comfy and cozy and hang out with the fam. I wanted it to be a lazy Tuesday. I wanted it to be an unexpected day off. Oh well, maybe another day! I guess that's what makes those unexpected days so great....they're so unexpected.