Last night I was so tired. The fact is I have pink eye (again) and am way overworked (typical). My eye was throbbing and I could barely keep it open. I went to bed same time as Jared - disaster. If we go to sleep at the same time, I don't sleep.
Jared is a lawn mower; full blown, motor running, lawn mower at night. He snores so loud he loses is breath. It's getting pretty bad that I am trying to get him to the doctor.
Anyways, we went to sleep last night together and it began. Jared is snoring. I am so tired but I can't sleep. I can't keep my eyes open but I can't sleep. It's so loud. I start smacking him. He gets angry and yells for me to get my headphones.
I run down stairs and get my music and head phones and come back up. With the music on full blast and my fingers dancing to the beat, I slowly calm down. He wakes up and tells me to turn it down. At this point, I am not sleeping and it's after midnight. I lay there and feel bad for myself. I'm so tired.
I guess I do fall asleep at some point only to be wide awake at 2am. Lyla is screaming. Awesome. I go in there and she's fine, just screaming. I try to calm her down but as soon as I leave she cries again. I go back in and give her some water and as she keep screaming I fall back into bed.
"My family hates me," I whisper. Over and over again, "My family hates me." Jared wakes up and is wondering what I'm talking about. I tell him that if my family didn't hate me, I'd be able to get some sleep.