Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I wish I had...

...a box.

She seems a little smug about it, don't you think?

Anyway, we haven't heard back from the Chicago studio that Ross interviewed with and that seems like a bad sign. Meanwhile Ross is preparing to fly out to Las Vegas tomorrow for an interview with another studio. If I were a good wife I would feel thrilled about that, but my actual emotions are falling a bit short at the moment.

I know it's stupid and selfish, but I wish we could just continue to hunker down here and wait. I've been happy here, and I'm scared of trying to start over hundreds of miles away in the third trimester of my pregnancy.

Of course, this is all premature. I shouldn't even be thinking about this stuff until the interview is over. And I really don't want to bring Ross down with my negativity. But I think my internal censor has been incapacitated by lack of sleep.

I'm still making the bed, fixing a meal or two a day, sweeping up the giant tumble weeds of cat hair that blow around this place, washing most of the dishes, and keeping up with the laundry...but that is about all I can manage at present. I have a doctor's appointment next week and I plan to ask her about sleep aids - but I'm sure Miss No-You-Can't-Even-Take-A-Sudafed will be no help there. Oy.

I think I should take a cue from the cats and start taking naps.


Friar Tuck said...

Cat naps will be the order of the day once Remy comes. Might as well get used to it now.

Lauren said...

Benadryl? Tylenol PM? Maybe just don't tell her??? Sorry Kim, hope you find sleep soon. I KNOW what no sleep is like and it's not fun.