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Friday letters – the “ouch” edition

Forgive me if most of today’s letters refer to the evil that is wisdom teeth. It’s kind of difficult to think of anything else when the pain is all you feel…

Wisdom Teeth

This may actually be my wisdom tooth! (Photo: tarale)

Dear wisdom teeth. According to every single source on the planet, you are supposed to come in between the ages of 14 and 24. This fact led me to believe I had escaped the horror… so why are you coming in now that I am thirty?!

Dear soup. Please forgive me if I go off you completely once this whole wisdom tooth saga is over. I imagine there’s going to be a lot of you in my future! (And my present come to think of it. It’s difficult to chew when your mouth won’t open fully!)

Dear sleep. I hope we get to meet again for more than two hours at a time soon!

Dear wine festival. I am still coming to visit you tomorrow! I don’t want to be stuck at home continuously until evil tooth is gone, and besides, if I can go to work I’m sure I can go to a wine festival!

I can’t think of any more (I told you I basically have a one-track mind right now!), so I’m going to stop now before I bore you all to tears ;-) Have a good weekend everyone!

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Charlie goes quizzing…

Just because we’re back from Ireland now doesn’t mean Charlie the Horse is allowed to go into retirement! Last night, he made an appearance at the pub quiz. Here he is just chilling at the pub:

A horse walks into a bar...

A horse walks into a bar…

I must say, he doesn’t make much of a good luck charm! We only came 5th.

As soon as Charlie came out, so did the smartphones! People from another team were taking photos and one woman gave the horse head a stroke on her way to the loo. People obviously think he’s some kind of tourist attraction ;-)

Jan had originally said he wanted to leave relatively early as he goes away today until Friday and still needed to pack. But then we got talking to the quizmaster and his son, and Jan ordered another drink… so once again we were there until closing time. It was 2 a.m. when I got to bed and I had to be up at 6! If you’d seen me this morning, you might have thought I was still drunk… which would be quite a feat seeing as I wasn’t particularly drunk last night. Actually, I just lack coordination at the best of times, and this morning I was too tired to concentrate – hence why I hurt my arm walking into the doorhandle. Because it’s not like I’ve lived in my flat for 3 years now or anything…

Out again tonight… the quizmaster (also a musician) and his son are playing at the pub. I feel another late night coming on…


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Two more days!

busybeeJust two more working days to get through before we go to Ireland… we fly Friday night, so I’ll be heading to the airport straight from work. And let me tell you I cannot wait. I am sooo in need of a holiday!

So, last night was quiz night. We didn’t win anything… the questions were hard this time. At least we thought so. The winning team managed to get 82 points, out of a possible 100! We weren’t the only ones to do badly… none of the usual suspects got a prize, which was quite cool actually. It’s nice to hear some new names being announced. And I now know that Karlsruhe is the 21st largest city in Germany.

Despite not winning a prize, it took us ages to leave! At one point I told my boyfriend “It’s quarter to one”, whereupon he promptly downed his whiskey (not quite was I was asking for…) but still continued chatting! It’s bad enough getting up at 6 a.m. on normal days, but after 4 hours sleep it’s just that bit more difficult. And at work today we had two hours of Excel training… I’m still not sure how I managed to stay awake!

No early night for me tonight either. Jan’s choir is practicing at our place tomorrow, which means I need to get pretty much all the packing done today. I will also be cleaning the kitchen and finishing translating his sister’s CV. Oh, and I also have some birthday cards to write. And we need to eat as well, of course, so add cooking to the agenda. Busy!!

That’s all from me today. Kind of a boring post today, but I did get to use the word “whereupon”, so it’s practically literature!


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For the sake of my sanity…

Tonight, I am moving into the spare room.

Don’t worry, the boyfriend and I are fine. We haven’t even argued recently, and the move will only be temporary. But for the sake of my own sanity I need to sleep alone tonight! Why? Here’s a summary of last night…

Jan had choir practice after work, which meant less cooking, less cleaning up and a much lessbusy evening for me. I was in bed by 10:00 and asleep by 10:30 (yay!) I then managed a whole hour and a half of blissful, uninterrupted sleep before Jan came to bed at midnight, waking me up. He got into bed, we exchanged a few words, got ourselves comfortable and I drifted back off to sleep. So far, so good…

Awake is the New Sleep (2005)

Awake is the New Sleep (2005) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

About half an hour later, I was woken by the sound of grinding teeth. For those of you who don’t know what tooth grinding sounds like, let me tell you it is awful! Imagine someone waking you up in the middle of the night by running their nails down a blackboard. Now imagine them doing it over and over at a constant rate. And Jan’s tooth grinding is loud! Sometimes, when he does it in the morning I can actually hear the grinding from the corridor… through two closed doors!

So what did I do? I prodded him in the arm and told him he was grinding his teeth. The response was a noise that may or may not have contained actual words. I heard nothing recognisable! But the tooth grinding stopped, which was the main thing. So I pulled the quilt back over  my legs (somehow, it had escaped), snuggled back down among my pillows and closed my eyes… only for them to ping back open seconds later. The grinding had started again! This time I poked him harder, causing him to rub his arm (haha!) then – miracle of all miracles – I managed to get back to sleep. For a while anyway…

Angry Penguin

(Photo: Wikipedia)

Six times he woke me up between midnight and 4:45 a.m. Six!! And yes, I was counting – by which I mean thinking to myself “This is the fourth time tonight – if I don’t get some decent sleep soon I swear to God he’s getting pushed out of this bed!” (I never did push him out of the bed, but I was so close!) The final time, I got the added bonus of snoring. Hurray! Then, once I’d got him to stop, I was so convinced my alarm was about to go off that I couldn’t sleep until I’d checked the time – 4:45 a.m.

After that, I didn’t wake again until my alarm went off at 6 a.m. – when I promptly hit snooze and went back to sleep until 6 past (my phone snoozes for 6 minutes at a time… I’ve no idea why!).  When I did get up, I was exhausted, and upon returning from my shower I informed Jan that I would be sleeping in the spare room from now on… until he gets himself a dentist’s appointment and has his tooth guard replaced (he ground right through the last one – true story!!).

It has to be done – for the sake of my sanity! (And to save Jan from being murdered in his sleep…)


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I’m sure tiredness is a valid defence in court!

Having only got three hours sleep on Sunday night then being woken up roughly once an hour starting from 2 a.m. (when the boyfriend finally came to bed) by the sound of grinding teeth, It’s safe to say I was fairly tired today. In fact, one might say I was zombified.

Sleepy Kawaii Cube

Sleepy (Photo credit: Jenn & Tony Bot)

It’s a good job I spent most of the day translating for a customer that I’m very familiar with so I could pull something semi-decent out of the hat for them despite spending most of my day sitting at my desk in a kind of daze wishing my head would stop aching (naturally I didn’t havy any painkillers with me!). I think an early night is in order for me tonight – and if my boyfriend doesn’t get himself to the dentists for a new tooth guard soon (he ground his way through the last one!) I won’t be responsible for my actions.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a zombie apocalypse coming, you know. But it won’t involve any brain-eating monsters. Instead, you will find a bunch of people like me wandering around causing havoc because we’re not actually quite awake. If you ever read an article about a woman in Karlsruhe chopping up her boyfriend with an axe while in a sleep-deprived haze, that’ll be me! I just hope the judge accepts “He kept me awake all night, and not in a good way!” as a defence!*

*Disclaimer: I do not actually own an axe and have no plans to buy one any time soon.


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Sleepy, sleepy… wide awake!

Don’t you hate it when you’re so sleepy all evening that you have the feeling you could drop off at any minute then, as soon as bedtime comes around, sleep suddenly seems to be the last thing your body wants? That was me last night! I had been tired all day and had already decided to get an early night. So when I sat down on the sofa and immediately felt my eyes trying to close I realised it was time to put the plan into action. 15 minutes later, I had brushed my teeth, put on my pyjamas and was ready to snuggle up under the quilt. I got into bed, switched off the light and BAM! It was as if the action of turning off the light had triggered another switch inside me, except instead of turning off that one had gone to on! I was suddenly wide awake again. After a few minutes of tossing and turning I gave up and decided to read my book. Two pages in, tiredness struck again.. my eyes felt heavy and I wasn’t really taking anything in. So I thought I would try the sleep thing again. Book down, light out… BAM! Wide awake. Obviously there was no point in trying to do anything else, since everything but lying in my bed with the light out made me drowsy, so I had to resign myself to lying there waiting for sleep to come. I’ve no idea when I eventually drifted off, but judging by how difficult it was to get out of bed this morning I obviously didn’t get enough sleep last night! And considering it’s now 8:30 pm, I’ve only just got in and I have a million and one things to do, I won’t be trying for another early night tonight. On the bright side, only one more day of getting up in the dark then it’s the weekend, and I get to spend time with the boyfriend who has been away all week at a conference. Positive thinking! :-)


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I love it when a plan comes together…

I am stupidly tired this evening, having only got about 4 hours sleep last night and about 5 the night before. I kept having to go to the loo and splash water on my face at work to keep myself awake. But instead of collapsing into my bed as soon as I got home (which is what I would have liked to have done!) I went ahead with my original plan and made shortbread dough. The first batch is in the ovrn right now – another ten minutes and I can take it out, then it’s bed time for me! The remaining dough is in the fridge, awaiting it’s turn to be baked. That will happen tomorrow. At 40 minutes a time there’s no way I’m doing any more tonight. My bed is calling!

Parkin was mae on Sunday. It’s sitting in a lovely tin, and both of us have managed to resist munching on it. This is very impressive, considering it’s my favourite cake and Jan usually can’t be left within a mile of sweet stuff without gobbling it all up. The amount of times I’ve bought biscuits only to find none left when I come to get one is a testament to this! The things we’re willing to do for a good cause ;-) After work tomorrow I’ll be heading in to town to stock up on ingredients for the rest of my baked goods, then more baking shall be done on Friday. It’s all coming together nicely. Now I just have to hope everyone who’s confirmed actually turns up, otherwise we’re going to be living on cake for the next month!

Right, I’m off to get the shortbread out of the oven. Then it’s time to sleeeeeep. Jan can put the biscuits in their tin when he gets back from choir – they should be cool by then.


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No time to sleep

I don’t know how other people manage to hold down a full time job, fit in all the pastimes they enjoy as well as the things that have to be done (like housework and cooking of actual food – as opposed to toast) and still find the time to get a good night’s sleep. I know I certainly can’t! And, of course, it’s always sleep that falls by the wayside. I know that if I want a full eight hours of sleep I need to be asleep at 10, but my train doesn’t even get in to Karlsruhe til 6 p.m. (when it’s on time). That only leaves me with four hours! Yesterday I actuakky managed to make it to get some parcels out, after failing to do so on Monday because I ended up doing overtime and the post office was already shut by the time I got home. I then popped into a few shops, finally making it home for around 7:30 pm. After unpacking the shopping I sat down to finish a letter I had started writing to a penfriend nearly 2 weeks ago! (Yes, I am nearly 30 years old and still have penfriends. Judge all you like, I don’t care). I thought I could quickly get that done then start tea… well, I did get it finished, but quickly is something else. It was 8:30 pm by the time I started cooking and after 9 by the time we could cook. Which, of course, meant I wasn’t in bed til after 11 and have spent most of today feeling utterly exhausted again. Right now I’m at the point where I should make dinner but even the thought of walking to the kitchen feels like too much effort. I would just go to bed, but I have far too much to do. Things that I failed to do yesterday and the day before. So I’m determined to get something done tonight, even if it is just a load of washing (the wash basket is so full it’s practically overflowing). I just need to recover some of my energy first. Perhaps a cup of tea will help, if only I can bring myself to go all the way to the kitchen… It’s a good job we’ve got another holiday here tomorrow! Something to do with the body of Christ….


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Getting used to it

We have a new intern at work. An English girl who’s never really had a job before. She’s currently finding the eight-hour working days quite long and tiring; the getting up early every single day quite a challenge. We told her you get used to it. What we didn’t say is that getting used to it doesn’t mean the days feel any shorter or waking up becomes any easy. What you get used to is feeling constantly tired, yet managing to do a full days work anyway. You get used to getting up early even though you feel like you could do with at least two more hours of sleep. You get used to thinking twice, or even three times, about doing anything at all on a week night because you know tomorrow is another working day…
Or maybe that’s just me?
I think, perhaps, I could use a holiday…


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The End!

I finished my dissertation last night!
It took me til nearly one o’clock in the morning, by which time I’d been sitting in the same position for so long that I could barely move my neck and everything else felt stiffer than a plank of wood, but who cares. It’s over and this all that matters! I only got about four hours sleep the night before as well, and I’m now so tired I actually feel physically sick, so once I’ve eaten my baked potato (which is currently still in the oven) I’m going to celebrate my new found freedom by going to sleep. Preparations for the move shall have to wait til tomorrow!

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