Well, Stephen King, you’ve done it again.

I can be prone to anxiety. I hate it. Usually it’s little things that set it off…Sometimes it’s nothing more than the repetitiveness of certain things. Like, watching too much tv ((when I have House marathons…)) or reading too much. But, when it comes to reading, the only books I can read constantly and never have an anxiety issue over are the Harry Potter books. ((Which is why I can almost sleep soundly now, considering I learned that trick with the HP books when we moved up here…My anxiety was pretty high when we came up here…being 7 hours away from my Mum, who was the one who could talk me out of a panic attack and lots of times her talking could keep one from getting full blown…a new place where we’re essentially all alone…))

Sunday nite, we had a big dinner, and that always makes me sleepy. I dozed off on the sofa, and woke up sometime later on…the kitchen light was on, and I heard Mike’s computer. I figured it was either really early ((between 3 & 4am)) or really late ((around midnite or so)). I went into the kitchen for some water, and it turned out to be 11pm. :\ I drank two glasses of water, and went to lay back down. I put on ‘Storm of the Century’ ((I have to have the tv on when I go to bed…)) But I knew as I was laying there, that I was gonna be up for a while. And I was. I stayed up for the entire movie…well, almost. I fell asleep during the last ten minutes. Then, I was up at before 6am. I felt like utter shit all day long.

I had to go into work, and I almost didn’t, because I felt so lousy. After work, W. had a basketball game, and maybe it was the atmosphere, but I felt better. Our team won ((pictures later on in the post)) and we got home early. ((It was a boys game only…)) And while I hadn’t eaten all day and I was starving, my stomach felt so lousy that I didn’t want to eat. I did anyway, and almost regretted it. I was tired, and felt flushed…my eyes were burning. ((I used different mascara yesterday tho, which was probably the reason for that.)) I sat on the sofa and read, drinking two glasses of iced Black Tea. ((love that stuff…but I tend to drink too much of it)) G. and W. were playing Black Ops, L. was watching Mike play some computer game, and Mac was sitting next to me playing Mario on one of the DS’s.

When it came time for the kiddos to go to bed, I put my book down cause Mac wanted to play multiplayer ((DS download play)) Mario, and W. wanted in too. So, we played that for about 45 minutes…until we got sick of playing. Mac decided she was going to sleep down here with us instead of in her bed ((ok with me ))

I didn’t want to watch / listen to Storm of the Century again…cause I just had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I did feel that way for a little while…which was ok, because Mac wasn’t tired in the least. It was close to 10pm before she nodded off. I read…

I mentioned that I finished ‘Under the Dome’, and picked up ‘Duma Key’. I’m not giving a book review, so don’t worry. The beginning for me dragged a tiny bit. But that went away quick.

I’m pretty close to the end, actually…But, I digress. I read a lot last night…it kept me awake ((whereas usually, it makes me tired…I almost always fall asleep with the book open in front of my face.)) Awake in that not so good way. Also, where the story was going, it sorta made me a bit nervous…I kept hoping sleep would kick in, but it didn’t…then, the story reached a point I had been expecting, sort of, and dreading a little…I closed my eyes for a second, wondering if I could fall asleep, realized it just wasn’t going to happen…Reading about Wireman and Edgar and Jack walking up the stairs to see what was in Little Pink that shouldn’t be there…

…and I was nervous about was was going to be there…but, I flipped the page anyway. This was on the next page, and while I’m sure that was the intention, it scared the crap out of me.

And I pretty much had this entire blog written at that page. Because Stephen King, yet again, had gotten me close to that place where the anxiety is…and when it comes on at night like that, it’s the worst. Because it’s always at night when your thoughts have a way of slipping the boundaries your day-time mindset has created for them. I did read a couple more pages, but then I just put the book on the floor. I laid there for a few minutes, and I don’t think it was much longer than that when I fell asleep.

I slept good. Except for the fact that it seemed like I had one dream that lasted all nite long…In it, the kids schoolbus was outside. I was for some reason, going to take the bus with them…but as usual, I couldn’t find things I needed. My clothes, my makeup…Not that I was going to put makeup on, but I wanted to bring it with me. It was my clothes that were the issue…I kept going through a few different rooms looking for my pants, and I just couldn’t find them… Typical of me in my waking moments too…

I woke up this morning with a sore back, but def. not as tired as I was yesterday. Which is a super huge bonus.

I might be working from home today…which also works for me. My stomach still doesn’t feel awesome, but it might just be hunger, even though I don’t feel hungry at all. I have a sports schedule to update, and pictures from yesterdays game to go over. Then, I should straighten up the house and finish the laundry…and then figure out what I’m making for dinner. I also think I’d like to open a window…it’s foggy out and doesn’t seem cold, and I think I’d like a bit of fresh air.

Last nite, when I was reading while the kids were doing their own things…before Mac was sitting next to me with the DS, she was in the kitchen…sitting on the floor, in her own little world…The picture doesn’t convey the moment just right, but I just happened to look out there and just thought she looked pretty damn cute.

Next to her is her bag of popcorn that she got at the basketball game, and an envelope of stickers that came in the mail…I took about 7 pictures, and she ignored me the whole time, until she finished a level and yelled that she “beat the world!!”.

lol.

Now, some pictures from last nite’s game…We played Indian Township, and while I know I shouldn’t talk bad about people, ‘specially since I know everyone and their mother can read and I live in a small town…But, I’ve also given up on that whole ‘giving-a-shit-about-what-other-people-think’ about me. Really. So, I’m just going to say it anyway: I don’t like the other teams’ coach. Do I know her? Nope. I don’t even know her name. But I don’t like…well, I guess I can’t say I don’t like her, because I *don’t* know her. But I don’t like the way she is on the court. I think she has her kids play dirty and she encourages bad behavior. I’m not kidding, or being unreasonable…I ((and not just me, but everyone else, too…)) watched last nite, as her players outright would grab our kids. Sometimes, pulling them to the floor. Once, one player grabbed one of our boys and pulled him to the ground, fouling him. I looked at her after the whistle blew, and she gave the kid a thumbs-up. The same kid a little while later on got mad and threw the basketball in our boys’ face. Her one tall player tripped W., and he fell, and she stood over there laughing, egging her player on. Not all her players are like that, and I’m not trying to get down on them. It’s *her*. Even L., who never pays attention to the games really, because she gets bored, saw what happened with W. She was all like ‘Hey, Mum? Their coach is laughing at W., because he fell.”

It wasn’t just my kid I was thinking about, either…but of our other kids who got played unfairly by this lady’s verbal actions. I don’t know if we’re playing them again, and I hope we’re not. The games are supposed to be fun, but when the coach has that much aggressiveness ((and some aggression on the court is necessary, I know that))…well, I’d rather not watch her gloat when one of our kids gets knocked down. I’ll just say this tho: she must of had to resort to that kind of shit, cause that was the second time our team kicked her teams’ ass. Our kids don’t play dirty or violent. They practice hard, and they’re good. And we won. Again.

Our kids got new uniforms…so now, W. is #24.

After the first picture of the jump ball, the other images aren’t in any order…For now tho, I’ll end this here. I have to go do real life stuff

Until…next time.
<333

ps. It also dawned on me last nite, that Duma Keys’ ‘Elizabeth’, also called ‘Libbit’ is uber cute, despite the reason that name was used. I have decided, that now, I need something to name Libbit. Just not sure what yet, as I’m taking in no more kitties…and the kitties I have, are already named. A puppy? I don’t see a puppy in my future. Also, I’ve given up on fish. But I’m keeping ‘Libbit’ in mind.
And now, since I’ve done my work for the day ((unless I’m sent some more)) I might read. I want to finish the book, but then, I don’t know what I’ll read next… *sigh*.