For the past, I don’t know how long Crazy Cat Boy has been reluctant to leave the house at night, don’t know why but it’s been slowly driving me insane… Pro Tip: Not drinking will make these things VERY clear to you! 😉
Perhaps he’s scared of the dark? I dunno.
So we spend our Saturday nights flicking (well, him, flicking, I’m not allowed to use the remote apparently!) through the same crappy films that we didn’t want to watch last weekend… Not sure why he thinks there is going to be some seismic change in 7 days on Apple’s movie offering, is it a boy thing?
But being a good manager and problem solver I’ve found a short term solution… Movies. In particular Deadpool 2, Solo, and the Incredibles 2 are showing in cinemas now.
The Saturday just gone I managed to lure him out of the house, convinced him that a 7.15 movie was fine, we wouldn’t be home to late and that dinner prior at the Mexican restaurant we’ve been meaning to go to would be a lovely night out. Yes, I ordered dinner at 5.45 pm like I was on the first sitting of the seniors all you could eat buffet, but it’s baby steps and I can cope with that, at least I was out of the house on a Saturday night like a grown up!
So, who’s money’s on me building him up to an 8 pm movie that will allow me a dinner time that doesn’t involved me eating with families with very young children or people old enough to be my parents? I’m thinking by the time we book our tickets for The Incredibles 2 we might make a time where when I was younger I’d start thinking about having a shower to get ready to go out at night! Wish me luck.
PS: I’m now officially a third of the way through Belles 100 Day Challenge and I’m considering making this a semi permanent state of total sobriety.
Over the past few weeks it’s started to get cold out here in wine country (great living choice when you are a bit of a lush right?), that combined with the lurgy I had the other week means that I’ve taken to doubling up a king size blanket and putting that over me at night.
Now I’d heard the theory that a weighted blanket can help you sleep better. And after a couple of weeks,I’m kind of inclined to believe it’s true when combined with laying off the booze. I’m sleeping better than I have in ages. Mind you, I also gave up worry, that’s probably helping a bit as well, and I’ve taken some steps to fix the major issue that was keeping me up (more on that in another post, all I’ll say is not spending your days hungover makes you more proactive!)
Last night I didn’t use the doubled blanket, I used a cat instead. It was cold and the girl cat decided that my chest needed to be stood on while she dribbled on my chin – restful right? LOL. Anyway as I drifted off to sleep with her deep purring vibrating through my body and a light stream of cat drool dripping of my chin I thought that life is pretty good, I’ve got nothing to complain about, and that she was doing a great job keeping me warm.
So, my advice is don’t waste your cash on a commercial weight blanket, get a cat and save the “pay rise” you’ve given yourself by quitting booze, your life will be better for it.
PS: If you are wondering, I’m now on day 28 of Belles 100 Day Challenge
That’s right, I survived another Friday night under Belles 100 Day Challenge! Only 9 more to go.
It helped that the lurgy that I last blogged about lasted all week, no desire to do anything but blow my nose (TMI, sorry) and wait for my taste buds to return.
Ok, so I know it’s not healthy that I’m counting Fridays, but honestly I do so much better when I can measure a goal. I’m doing alright, I promise. I feel great and so focused, as you can see by me actually showing up to write here regularly ATM.
Crazy Cat Boy is away for work all this week and I’ll be on day 25 when he gets back Friday, the longest I’ve been without a drink in a few years I think.
We’ve all been there, waking at 3 am, head pounding, queasy stomach, sweating and badly dehydrated after weird dreams (I was in a kaleidoscope, which was not at all restful!), vaguely remember stumbling to bed the night before, wondering if there are any pills in the house that will make it all better.
The only thing missing from this scenario was the general feeling of guilt and disappointment that I usually feel after a night of drinking. It took me a bit to work out in my disorientated state that, yes, I had indeed stumbled to bed the night before, but at 8.15 pm completely sober suffering from what I thought was a bout of hayfever that has turned out to be cold.
So I’m sick and I’m miserable but I’m still on track to complete Belle’s 100 Day Challenge, bring on day 16 where only hot lemon drinks are on the menu!