No Sleep + Pregnant = Cranky as Hell

Jim's been out of town. I sleep great with the bed to myself. Problem is that not one other creature in this house sleeps well when he's gone.

Gracie insists that of daddy is gone then she should get to sleep in his place. Never starts out that way, but it never fails that sometime in the night she sneaks in. Rifle feels the need to be vigilent, so I hear him pace the wood floors and go up and down the stairs all night. Atlas isn't feeling well, so he's making funny noises all night. Mook, well, he's pretty good, but I notice him more since I'm not sleeping because of the other three.

I had plans to get so much done while Jim was gone. There are bare spots in the lawn I intended to get seeded. I wanted to start working on the closet in the baby's room (read: get Jim's shit out of it). I did break down, at my mother's insistence, and order baby furniture which will be here tomorrow. Maybe that will motivate me to get some stuff done in that room.

Oh, hey, get this... I'm still getting used to gardening where it's humid. I'm used to the dry arid climates of the west. Anywho, I'm forever having to look things up to figure out what's going on or what to do. The other day, there's the nasty slimy yellow crap growing in my mulch beds. What the hell is this, I ask. "Dog Vomit Slime Mold" people. How disgusting is that? It's harmless, but totally disgusting looking. One of the stages (after the slimy yellow stage) is that it dries and weeps this red, bloody looking stuff. Un-freaking-real.

So yeah, no sleep, nothing getting done and bloody dog vomit looking stuff in the garden. Good times. Could someone have a drink for me please?