Night of the Living Dead

Since we’ve still got GadgetGirl in daycare so we don’t lose her spot, some of you may be imagining me hanging out on the lawn chair, enjoying this beautiful weather, sipping Mai-Tai’s and eating bon bons all day. Well, it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I spend most of it sleeping.

Okay, not really. I’ve been so busy that I really haven’t had time to feel sorry for myself, which is a REALLY good thing. I spend most of my time job hunting, interviewing, editing pictures, or trying to get a handle on the house. It’s still a pit. Today, my goal is to try and unpit it. Hmmm, would you like pictures? Maybe pictures will help me get it done. There’s nothing like a challenge to make you mop floors like a mad woman. For those of you without children, it will be some of the best birth control you’ve ever had. What? Bring it on, you say?

How about after a nap?

One of the unintended side effects of unemployment for me is insomnia. For the past week, I’ve tossed and turned and watched the minutes tick by on my alarm clock at three in the morning. I’m usually such a good sleeper, so this schedule has got me out of whack. The night before last, I was certain that I was going to bomb my interview because I probably got about two hours of real sleep. But I pulled it out somehow, and I’ll top that sundae with an “I’m pretty sure I’ll get an offer” cherry.

And all this without caffeine.

I know, it sounds like I need to start a daily drip of caffeine to get me going after such a heinous night. I just can’t. I swore off coffee and cola about five years ago, and I generally only drink water during the day. At night, it’s bourbon. Mornings are hell, but my thighs and my dentist thank me.

Alrighty then. Pictures are soon to come of the “Night of the Living Dead House.” A promise is a promise. Just excuse me while I answer the door. The Sandman has been knocking for over an hour.