Insomnimusing: Allons-y!

It's the last day of my vacation and I spent a good part of it so far (it's now 2:46 p.m.) doing the most productive thing I could think of - sleeping.  The girls started their day off on a very bad note. I got up to make sure Munch took her pill, and she was awake and downstairs already, so I thought, "Good, they're set to go to school." I went back to bed. An hour later, Gin came in and asked why the clock said it was 8:40. I looked at my phone and said, "Because it is! Why aren't you at school!?" Seems Gin hadn't got up and Munch had. And Munch had sat downstairs for two hours not bothering to even see why Gin hadn't gotten up yet. Honestly, at their age I shouldn't have to follow them around mornings to get them out the door. I piled them into the car and drove them off, but they were well late by then. Peachy. I had a bit of fun yesterday with Gin - in that slightly interpretation of "fun" known as embarrassing your

Well, my vacation plans hit a little bit of a bump in the road (don't they always?), when Monday night I decided to throw caution to the wind and drink six ounces of milk. What followed was a very pointed and, I must say, brutal reminder that lactose intolerance is not something to be trifled with.  Normally, when I'm being incautious, it's having some cheese or ice cream without taking my lactase supplement. That might result in some minor disturbances but nothing too serious. Straight whole milk, however ... well, I should know better.  Those six ounces of milk were followed by approximately 14 hours of what felt like the worst flu I'd ever had in my life. I did not sleep - at all. I was in the bathroom experiencing horrors every fifteen minutes - or less - throughout the night, vomiting until my head was pounding ... and I won't even speak of the other end. I never quite got around to just dragging my pillow into the bathroom, so by the time I saw dawn pe

While my second day off work for my vacation could really be considered no more that an ordinary weekend off work, it was better knowing that there was no work to go to the next day, and I could anticipate not having to set foot into my office for still more than a whole week. That alone is enough to improve an outlook for the day.  And the day certainly couldn't top my first day off - I mean, how do you top getting One Direction tickets and making your daughter the happiest and weepiest teenager in the whole world, after all? OK. Maybe actually attending that One Direction concert. Or attending a Manchester United match. At Old Trafford. So, it would have been conceivable to top my first day off - but not actually possible. But I digress (I do that sometimes). I got to sleep in for a little while, then the girls and I were off to my daughter Gin's cheerleading exhibition. her competition was canceled for the weekend, so the YMCA opted to put on a public exhibition inst

So I've attempted to take another week off work, and this one's already working out a lot better than  my last attempt  did. I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my "Glory, Glory Man United" alarm tone - specifically chosen because no sound is more likely to start my day off well than that tune. As I turned off the alarm, I was treated to an eyeful of my favorite face, who's temporarily become my wallpaper image on my phone again. :) I got up and made myself a nice cup of coffee and settled in to watch the Manchester United v. Norwich City match. It got off to a slow start, but it more than picked up later, finishing off with a hat-trick for Shinji Kagawa and a screaming beauty of a goal by Wayne Rooney. A 4-0 win is certainly a good way to start my vacation time. After the match, we were meant to go to my mother's house, but that had to be put off for a little while, since Gin, my 14-year-old daughter, decided we first HAD to watch a One Dir