Sunday, October 16, 2005

Cheer Up, Sleepy Jean

My husband is getting back tonight from his highly anticipated week-and-a-half-long, family-men-only, let's-grow-obnoxious-facial-hair-our-wives-will-hate vacation, where I believe he and the boys spent the evenings playing cards in a cabin with no heat and the days killing large Canadian fish.

Despite niggling fears that he'll come home smelling like a dead trout, I cannot wait to see him. I haven't slept more than four hours at a time since he left and I AM TIRED.

My sister Kat reminded me last night that once, when Christofer and I were engaged, I told Lisa that in my life Christofer had been like background noise - at first it's kind of annoying and won't go away, then after a while you become used to it and you can't even hear it anymore, and finally someone turns it off and you realize you can't sleep without it.

Little did I know how literally I meant that. I miss hearing him breathe.

In other news:
I dyed my hair. It looks wretched.

3 comments:

kat said...

i'm pretty excited about the fact that you quoted a monkees song for your title.

that's all.

Leah Vanessa said...

ha! background noise! like the kind em's mom's rolls make when she walks.

Em said...

I dyed my hair this weekend too! We're twins. Wretched, wretched twins.

P.S. Call me back!! Where are you??