If I didn’t have C to vent to I probably would have screamed at someone by now. I never realized before how much I get worked up over the littlest things when I’m stressed. I couldn’t fall asleep last night for a long time, tossing and turning, switching pillows, using no pillow, under covers, over covers, left side, right side, back, belly, fetal position, nose was plugged, arm fell asleep, ears feel plugged, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! While C performs miracles with his soothing “Hon-eeey, it’s okay! Calm down! It’ll all work out,” while rubbing my back with his warm hands, I still couldn’t fall asleep. I’m guessing it’s because I’m nervous, but I don’t feel particularly nervous, just excited, and stressed out. How can I force myself to calm down?
Sunday evening I was running around all crazy packing, talking to myself, making lists, and C came into the room with a glass of milk in one hand and two Oreos in the other. I was like “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. This is your ‘Please stop being crazy’ offering.” He just smiled and said, “Cookie?”