As anyone who’s known me more than five minutes can attest to – I HATE snow. I hate being cold, and I hate being wet, and when the two come together, it is the single most irritating thing I can think of. So when I woke up this morning to find THIS:
you can imagine my annoyance.
Okay, granted, it’s not a LOT of snow. I grew up in north-western Pennsylvania where this wouldn’t even be considered a proper frost. But damn it, this is ENGLAND. My first 6 years here, there was never ANY worry about snow. I could count on rain and cold, but snow was something that might show itself for a grand total of 15 minutes all winter!
And then in the winter of 2009, it all changed. Suddenly snow became a regular occurence, and the whole country began shutting down for days at a time.
There’s just no preparation. This country can’t handle it’s white stuff! And *I* have to suffer for it!
It doesn’t help, obviously, that I am ridiculous levels of tired today.
After yesterday’s slight depression, I found that getting a good night’s sleep proved completely elusive. Between constantly full bladder, an insatiable thirst (which may add to the aforementioned bladder issues), super chapped lips and a head cold, I couldn’t quite get myself off to the land of nod.
When it hit 2 AM, Mark woke up from his coma and spent a little while nursing his runny nose, whilst I luxuriated in the sensation of his hands on my body. There’s nothing I like more than being touched. Doesn’t matter where or how, I just love the sensation of skin on skin. A few cuddles led to some middle-of-the-night fumbling under the covers and an unexpected quickie, but still no sleep.
I thought relieving my bladder may help a bit, so off I went from the stifling heat UNDER the covers to the freezing cold outside of them. Seems I can’t win.
After I came back, Mark had turned his iphone on to some sort of nature noises, in the hopes it might send us both off to sleep. I cuddled in close to him, and even though his snoring proved he was asleep long before I was, I still found it soothing and eventually succumbed to my extreme exhaustion.
I may have only had a couple hours of sleep, but I definitely used them well. I had the strangest dream, which, because I am one of THOSE people who like to share their subconscious ridiculousness, I am going to share now.
Basically, I dreamed that I was living INSIDE the game Call of Duty: Black Ops. I was a soldier operating secretively on a military base. I uncovered a bunch of sleeper spies who were infiltrating our establishment, and I had to root out the baddies from the good guys.
The only problem was that I had JUST given birth to my son, and he was not very happy with me. He kept crying and saying, “Mommy, PLEASE cut my cord!” It turned out that I’d been so busy during the birth, that no one had bothered to cut the umbilical cord, and the poor kid was having to cart around his own placenta hefted over his shoulder.
As I didn’t have time to do it myself, I simply turned to him and said, “Don’t cry. Be a brave little soldier for mommy.” Then I ran off to kill some Russians.
I mean…. WTF?! Firstly, why do all my baby dreams involve my kid being able to talk? And he always seems to be criticising me! Seriously, I’m gonna be really fucked off if it turns out he is a super genius baby with the ability to tell me off when he comes out. I already caught him flipping the bird in my last ultrasound…
And even more bizarre – why on earth did I dream about a game that I’ve never played, hardly heard of and have no idea what it’s about? I’m not a gamer. The only thing I ever play is Farmville! I know I saw a commercial for it last night before bed, but what a strange thing to submit to my subconscious.