Yup, it’s the middle of the night and here I am, up again and unable to sleep despite being terribly tired. I couldn’t get comfortable at all and I’m just aching at the moment. Really hurts to move right now.
Commiserations to my dad who didn’t become a grandad yesterday after all. He’ll have to go back and consult his runes again now. Maybe he spilt some dead ‘orse on them and they got misaligned?
Let’s see…who’s next? Looks like it’s Monkey Mel with dibs on the 21st! Question is… would that be the 21st here, or in Australia? Hmmm. I guess the same question should have gone to my dad too, but that’s rather moot now as the 19th has been and gone worldwide now.
I’m still stressed out about the house wanting it to be nice for labour and Sam’s arrival. In fact, I am currently staring out a cobweb I just spotted on the ceiling above my head. Godammit! Bill assures me that everything will be fine and I’m just freaking out and should try to calm down because we’ll get everything sorted in time.
Of course, I never did hear back from the delivery company about the fridge today and am still majorly peeved about that too.
In other news, it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to get any more freelance work from Bill’s employer when I am able to work again, apparently they usually stick to a policy of not allowing family members to work directly together. I guess it was okay when we were both freelancing, but now Bill is full-time the plug’s been pulled. Hope it wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do that has caused this change of heart anyway. Bah! I spent what time I was up and about being sane yesterday and today sat in front of the computer kindly fixing a Flash file for Bill’s work too. Typical! Oh well, at least Bill will appreciate any help I can give him and it’ll hopefully mean less time at the office for him. I’m hating not getting to see much of him at the moment. Seems like he gets home and then it’s bedtime at the moment.