Find One Good Thing About Your Day

Arrrgh.

This morning, specifically 1:11 a.m. this morning, finds me in a hotel room in Houston, at the AADE National Fluids Conference.  (That’s drilling fluids, y’all.)

And of all things, I’m unable to sleep.   Too much on my mind.  Work.  Kids.  Golf Tournament. Husband. Work. Kids. Work. Charity Shoot. Kids.  Adopted kids.

A constantly rotating plethora of inane stuff rolling through the rolodex of my mind…that tonight, I’m having trouble shutting down.

I was asleep.  I WAS!!  And then a friend who really doesn't care if I need sleep someone texted me. And woke me up. It exasperated me.  I wanted to text back:  “Get a job.  Then you won’t stay up all night worrying about your kids.  You’ll have to get some sleep.”   But no, the texter flung her worries upon me, and now, I can’t sleep!

I have a 5:30 a.m. wakeup call for a 7 a.m. meeting, people.

It’s now so late that if I sleep, I might miss my meeting.  Very unhealthy, that attitude.  A girl needs her beauty sleep!  Or, this girl does!

So I thought I’d go tripping through the posts in Blogland.  Catch up on everyone’s lives.

And I visited one of my favorites, Irish Gumbo, read and smiled.

Irish has been challenged to find at least one good thing about his day.

Per day.

And he did.

That’s a good exercise for all of us, don’t you think?

I think I’ll take it on.  Kevin, you've inspired me, you have!

My good thing for today?  I’m low on sleep, but I am going to rock my 8:30 a.m. forum where 100 college students get to interview industry professionals and ask all sorts of questions about the industry, their future, and how to best make the leap from college to the oil and gas industry. I even have some recruiters attending!

And who knows?  I may do it again tomorrow.  Not the forum, silly.  The finding of one good thing about my day.  Yup.  I think I will.

And, speaking of today?  I hope you have a good today.  Be blessed. 

And for Pete’s sake, get some sleep!

And He Sleeps

Conversation at 4:11 a.m. this morning.

Yes, this morning.  When I had not been asleep but for one hour of the entire night.  (Don’t ask, I couldn’t begin to tell you why.)

ThatManILove wakes up.

TMIL:  “Janie, have you slept any tonight?”

Me: “Yes, a little.”

TMIL” “Why can’t you sleep?”

Me: “I can’t turn off my mind. I have so much to get done.”

TMIL:  “Well, I can’t do this up and down thing.  I’ve woken up several times tonight and...”

Me:  “No, you have not.  You’ve been asleep since 10:30 p.m.  I know -  I’ve been laying here the entire time.   You’ve talked a lot in your sleep, but you’ve not awakened.”

TMIL:  “Well, that should tell you I’m not sleeping well.  I need my sleep.”

Me:  “Go back to sleep, honey.”

TMIL:  “ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

Wow.  I’m glad he got that out of his system.

Read The Instructions, Silly.

Today could have been a gritchy day, but by God’s design, I’m not normally a gritchy person.

A couple of people tried to pull rank on me to get time slots they wanted.  Not once, but twice today.

Really, people?

It didn’t work.  And I still had to be nice and tell them no, sweetly and effectively.

Karma, people.  I don’t know how it really works, but I do know what goes around comes around.

And if you play by the rules, you win. And you go on to bless someone else.  I guess that would be good karma. If you try to manipulate someone, you lose, eventually.  And that? Bad karma.

I hate being manipulated.  It’s a virtually ineffective tactic with me.  I can smell it coming a mile away.  It’s like my antennae shoot up into the sky, vibrating at the least little wave heading my way.

“Warning! Warning!  They’re going to scream and cry and threaten to get what they want.  Danger, danger, Will Robinson!”

And still?  I fall for it.  Until they're about halfway through their spiel, and out it comes..."we do a lot of work with your company"...or "we'll pull our sponsorship"... or....well, you get the drill.  Or, they offer to pay me.  It's a non-profit, dude.  That won't work. I don't get paid to volunteer!

I hate that they don’t get what they want.  There’s something twisted in me that wants everyone to be happy, and I’ll work like hell to make it happen for them.  Ah, well, they’ll get over it. They can get happy in the same pants they got mad in.   If they’d read the instructions, they wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Sweet tiny little rant over.

Thanks for listening. Seriously.  Now I'm going to try to go back to sleep, okay?

I...Didn't Sleep At All Last Night.

It’s 3 a.m., and I can’t sleep.

Tylenol PM at 10 p.m. - check.

Melatonin at 1:30 a.m. - check.

Wide awake at 3 a.m. - check.

It’s been a busy week, and I’m already tired.  Tomorrow, or should I say today, is hump day.  Halfway through the week.  

I’m almost asleep, and my mind just replays the past two days, every conversation, every thought, and plays on my insecurities.

Insecurities?  Like I have freakin’ time to have insecurities.  I don’t.  Have time, that is.

That man I love is out of town until tomorrow night.  It will be good to have him home. 

Today, I noticed a buzzing in the wall, I think it’s electrical.  I told him about it tonight, and he said, “Babe.  Call an electrician first thing in the morning.  It could be a short.”

i told him I would, we finished our phone call, and then I thought, “Crap. I bet it’s freezing in the morning and I won’t be able to get an electrician.  And then, what if it is a short?  What if the house burns down?”

Yeah.  Really conducive to sleep.

Guess I’ll make up sleep tomorrow night - after my 7 am breakfast run, and 8:30 meeting, then scheduling appointments for the next week, then a 3 p.m. conference call.  I feel like every part of me is s.c.r.e.a.m.i.n.g.  Here's proof.

Ayyyyyy!  Such is mi vida loca.

I only wish I looked that good on a bad hair day!