It's Always Something

11:15 pm - Alice Springs time.

Hooray! We received our household goods today and that's it, no more shipments. What we have is what we're living with for the next few years. Everything else is in storage. So the house is a complete wreck. But Jason's really excited because his big, ugly, man recliner is here. You should have seen him sitting in it today - scratching himself. He didn't even seem to care that, because of the boxes, it's in the middle of the kitchen floor. He still sat there and read his book - scratching himself. And we were both pumped about getting our bed. You guys know the one. Our big king size, I-won't-touch-you-if-you-don't-touch-me bed. The one where the mattress is flipped to the wrong side of it's one-sidedness because it makes our backs feel better. Yeah, that's the one. Well, after spending the day carrying kids around and unloading boxes, I was so looking forward to my first good night's sleep in a while. Jason went to bed a little before me and when I came in to go to sleep...snoring. That's right and he was probably scratching himself in his sleep too. So, I push him and make him roll over on his side. Which works, but I still can't get to sleep for wondering where my curling irons are (they never seemed to turn up). So by the time I start to actually doze...more snoring. It's always something. Just thought I would get the bitching out of my system. Thanks for listening. Gonna try to get some sleep - let's hope I don't end up on the couch!