Flying high to scraping by

          Last weekend was the definition of awesomeness. Booze, Friends, Mud. Moz from medical school was home which called for a Friday night fire, an amazing pong/flipcup hybrid drinking game and taking way too many shots of Jameson until the wee hours of the morning. Let’s just say 7:15, when I had 13 people meeting at my house for mud volleyball, came around rather quick. Mud volleyball, my summer soul mate, brought more binge drinking, dirt in every crevice, shouting, singing and being surrounded by the people I love most in the world. Fast forward through a way too short afternoon nap and I am sporting a jester hat and screaming “Ticky Tocky Ticky Tocky Oy Oy Oy!” as liter beers are brought to the table. Sunday, day of rest, obviously finds me at the Northwest Brewfest. Followed by TRUE BLOOD. This weekend was heavenly perfection.

        Then Monday decided to bitch slap me.

          Friday is taking impossibly long to get here. It’s as if the universe took a lot at the grand slam that was last weekend and decided, alright this girls had enough, lets cut her off at the knees. Work, my car, my schedule, every FUCKING thing has been a complete shit storm since Monday at approximately 8 am. A large, large part of it is quite possibly my fault since I’m not exactly taking good care of myself. MC’s been working pretty much all nights this week which means he doesn’t even get home until midnight. Considering that I have to get up at 7, you’d think that I wouldn’t really wait up, or if I did it would be for a quick night cap. Wrong. I take naps when I can, but generally I just stay up until he gets home so I can hang out with him. If I don’t, I just plain miss him and it fucks with me the following day. So we stay up, booze, watch discovery channel, have sex and stumble into dreamland somewhere around 3. As in 3 am, meaning I’ve been getting around 4 hours of sleep nightly and working long, stressful days. I am usually a night owl as it is, but with everything going on at work lately, the late nights seem to be taking their toll.

       And my body currently despises me.

       This Friday, hopefully, will bring a much needed restart. A start that will include celebrating a brand spankin new engagement, my first class of the semester, a baby shower for a radiant mommy-to-be and SLEEPING IN WITH MC!

Life, it’s time to get good again.