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Awake and not naked
Why am I up so early after a restless night? And why am I not naked??
I should clarify, those two thoughts are independent of one another.
I awoke at 1 am having had the strangest dream. It was of an ex of mine. I got up, blurry eyed and off-balance and let the dog out.
Noticed some lightning and thought ‘I’m partially awake, I’ll sit outside and watch nature put on a little show while I wait for the dog.’ So I did.
It’s not uncommon, (she says trying to keep a straight face because it’s ALWAYS) that I’ll have a few tangent thoughts when sitting quietly. (Or while talking to someone, or while working, or while doing the dishes, or while reading.)
I thought about the ex. He’s happily married with children. Most of them are. That pleases me.
I wondered then, am I cursed?? Or, do I have super powers?
When I break up with someone, they end up shortly afterwards finding someone they marry and/or procreate with.
Before I went back to sleep, I considered the possibilities. I should use these powers for good! I could be a professional girlfriend, (wait … isn’t that already a profession?) then break up with that person and TA DA! They could find their ‘happily-ever-after-mate.’
Interesting. Very interesting.
I would have a collection of ‘thank you’ notes in my portfolio along with wedding photos. Eharmony, move over!
The irony is my name, Amanda, means, ‘Worthy of being loved.
Now, onto the naked.
It’s Summer in the desert. It is hot. Even in the middle of the night my air conditioner kicks on with its gentle ‘THUD’.
I sleep in boxers and a tank top …
WHY AM I NOT NAKED??
Nic is in England!
When he is not in England, the reason for my clothed body is that we have a pretty open door policy around here. Only time I shut my door is when I’m going from towel to getting dressed.
There have been plenty of times I’ve gone to bed (or am trying to pee) and my door bangs open and it’s Nic wanting to show me something or tell me something. Since I don’t want him scarred for life, I’ve covered up since he was old enough to be traumatized by seeing his mother naked.
But he isn’t here! And I don’t think the dog cares one way or another … so I’ll put ‘sleep naked you idiot, it’s hot in here!’ on my list of things to do.
I’ll now show that I am capable of tying thoughts together and not just veering from topic to topic, by actually joining the subjects of love and Nic being gone – together.
Can I get a volunteer from the audience?
Nic has been gone for four days now. 4. And the status update I wake to see is “Cheers from England.” AND, he ‘saw’ my instant message but didn’t respond to it!
Guys, do you not realize how much we females read into your unresponsiveness to interaction??
We think about you all the time! We multi-task and can even think about you while running the house, the errands or the world.
Here’s some insight into the female mind. If you haven’t emailed us back, called us back or messaged us, (and it doesn’t matter if you’re a son or a love interest,) we assume the worst. You are either dead or you don’t love us anymore.
And if you don’t email or message or call us for an extended period of time, you had better be dead.
I jest. We love you. We just need to be reassured that you are alive and thinking of us when you’re not with us.
There! I did it! And no tangents!
Day 3 sans Nic: Still tired!
Sitting on the couch forcing myself to write this post. I don’t want to go from ‘Day one’ to ‘Nic’s back!’
I’m waiting for that moment that I come home or AM home and catch up on the rest that always alludes me.
I’ve come to the conclusion, that Nic was never the cause of my exhaustion. Well, not since he’s been able to dress, bathe, feed and relocate himself without my assistance.
Interesting findings.
So – work, pet and chores appear to be the culprits.
Other noticeable changes, when I go into the freezer for an ice cube, there ARE ice cubes. I haven’t been through a fast food drive through since he left. And from the looks of the laundry basket, I will only be occupying one washing machine tomorrow.
Butters has been very aware of Nic’s absence. When she barks, much to my chagrin, it’s now with an urgency and suspicion. Which is increasingly creeping me out at night. She’s ‘on guard’ without having been appointed the position.
Animals are so aware.
She was rewarded with a bath Friday night (okay, she didn’t see it that way) and this morning I sang her the theme song to the ‘Love Boat’. She was thrilled the first time.
The second time, I recorded it and shared it on Facebook. She had the audacity to yawn in the middle of my crooning.
Awoke to a Facebook IM from Nic, first actual contact, it said “Ello govna!” I did manage a mild eye roll even as sleepy as I was.
Of course, it was sent at 3:45 am my time, so I didn’t get to chat with him.
He and my mom and my uncle were off to Windsor today. Something sweet about my son going to the town where I was born.
I hope to share some photos when he posts them. So far, he photographed a couple shots from the plane’s window, two photos of his in flight food and one picture of the view from my uncles flat window. (Yes, I know windows are flat, I’m referring to his apartment window.)
I shall now watch my usual Saturday night English comedies, and bid you a good Saturday night.
So does Butters.
Day 1 sans Nic: Tired!
Did NOT sleep well last night.
Partly due to the excitement of the day – partly due to the Plane Stalker Tracker website that I kept refreshing into the wee hours of the morning.
I watched a little picture of the plane my son was on traverse across the States and noted the altitude, speed and duration of his flight.
When I did sleep, my dreams were riddled with nightmares. Robberies, guns … probably due to the fact that there were several noises during the night that woke me and Butters up.
I have to admit, when she barked in the night, I startled. I usually don’t startle.
I am the one that checks out the ‘bumps in the night’. I’ll just walk right outside stupidly bravely and see what the hell is going on.
I guess subconsciously, knowing no one is home to report my murder got to me.
Let’s face it – the dog is useless. For all her barking at everything that passes the house (cars, cats, rabbits, lizards, bicyclists, joggers, ants …) she has no bite.
Do I really expect THIS to be my guard dog?
I also kept swiping at my ipad during my waking moments as I now have two men that I adore (and was hoping to hear from), on a continent and time zone that is not mine.
SO!
This morning I faked ‘awake’ as best as I could and caught up on the work I missed yesterday.
Then spoke with my friend in the UK who was going to see my son and mom. l told him, “I want proof of life!” I begged for a picture – and I got one.
Here’s Nic in England proudly wearing an England Football shirt given to him by my friend Rory. (He’s the one in the photo that doesn’t look like he was just on a 10 hour plane ride.)
I was content then. My ‘baby’ was safe.
I delved back into work.
Then it happened.
For the first time ever.
During a thrilling power point presentation on the Home Equity Conversion Mortgage process. I nodded off.
Upright, in my chair.
I startled awake and finished the presentation.
My boss: “You struggling over there?”
Me: “Yeah … oh my god, is it only 3 o’clock??”
My boss: “Yup.”
I decided the only thing to do was to stumble over to the gas station across the street and get some coffee.
And a hot dog.
Because I’m still comfort eating. Besides, I planned to immediately become intimate with the couch when I got home, and knew I wouldn’t have dinner.
I make great excuses for eating crap.
There was a little post-it note on my calendar in my bosses handwriting that he ninja-like managed to sneak there without me noticing.
“That isn’t just coffee”
I was a little punchy after my nap, so I just eye balled him as I bit into my hot dog.
Home now.
And the couch is waiting.
So the word for day one is: TIRED!
I haven’t reached ‘lonely’ status yet – so the dog is safe from conversation and pestering.
But I’m sure when I do, it will go like this:
Departure day
Back from Vegas. The morning was filled with a lot of Nic pacing and being eager to go. My morning was filled with a lot of watching Nic pace and not wanting the morning to end.
We took some more photos together. This is what I do. If the dog were to sneeze adorably I’d be looking around for my camera. I drive Nic crazy, I know I do – but he was a good sport about my many picture requests and video requests – until we reached the airport and by that time he was giving me the celebrity glare.
Then I became the annoying photog at the airport
The airport ‘people-delivery’ is a lot different than I remember. There is no drawn out ‘good-bye’ time as non-ticket holders are not allowed past the security check points anymore. No hugging as they board. No watching the plane take off from the boarding area.
So it’s say “good-bye” and watch your loved one approach the x-ray machine and strip search/body cavity probe area. Okay, I exaggerate, but there WAS a full body x-ray machine thingy!
Yes, at this point, and after the last photo together – I was crying. Not as much as I thought I would.
It’s hard to be sad when you know something wonderful is awaiting the person you love. I’m too excited for him to be sad.
Then I get home and my boy posted some photos of his own. One of food, lol and then this one:
The caption he put was “Our plane! :)”
I think he’s excited. And considering his plane took off almost an hour ago – I’m sure he’s already acquainted himself with all the buttons, gadgets, bathroom locations and has already had his tray in the upright and down position. LOL.
I said to Nic on the way:
“Isn’t it funny? Months ago we were on this same road, but going the other direction – talking about how you wanted to go to England and how amazing it would be if you could go. And here we are on our way … you with a passport and a ticket. You see, anything is possible.”
From this POST <– click here
To reality.
Dreams come true.
**Update!** I forgot to mention the most important part! I snuck a little something in his case … He can’t possibly go to England without a naked mole rat. Debauchery Soup is represented! 😉





























