Nightmares on my street

I am looking for sympathy in this following post and won't deny it. Also I may divulge some pregnancy details that should maybe left unread by some. I won't really know until I am done blogging.

Have you ever had one of those nights where every single time you fall asleep it is back into a nightmare. I woke up about 4 or 5 times last night only to retreat right back into a nightmare. And they were not the same nightmare over and over again. Nooooo... they had to be new and different and horrible ones. The two that stand out most involve me trying to figure out how this person killed themselves while their head was decapitated and in another room. You see it was a suicide but meant to look like they had framed someone else. My brain is really twisty and I think I have been watching too many CSI shows lately. The disturbing part of it was the colour was almost always a smoky or light grey to white colour except for me. And I even had to try to figure out how this person would something like this as if I was the one trying to attempt this framing suicide attempt. Ugh lemme tell you it was not pretty.

The second nightmare that stands out was the one right before I woke up this morning with a raging headache from tensing and being rigid all night. In it I am driving a car, light gray, and the wheel is on the right side of the vehicle. I know this because I was driving and the guy who got into my car is a thief and gets in on the left hand side of the car. I know he wants my wallet with all my cards in it. So I place my humongous purse(I have a tiny one in real life by the way) between my legs and place my leg through the strap so he can't just grab and run. Then I drive with him in the car. I think I had to get away from a murder scene or something which is why I allowed him to stay in the car. It was a dream I obviously wasn't thinking right. A few blocks away I stop and tell him to get out. I also angrily tell him to give me back my cards. (You know driver's license, bank cards, etc...) and he hands me back one with a smirk on his face. Yelling is involved and I get out and try to get my cards back from him. Eventually I get his jacket( a medium gray suit - see gray again) into a twist behind his back so he can't use his arms or run away. I search his back pockets and my cards aren't back there and he tells me they are in the front pockets of his pants. Which I am not willing to put my hands into because this guy is obviously a pervert. Then I see a police officer coming over and tell him that this guy has my cards and won't give them back. Except it looks like I am the one committing a crime here holding the guy in this straight jacketed position. So guess who gets arrested and who gets away with my cards. Thats when I woke up very angry and tense and stressed. Sigh!

The Tylenol has finally kicked in and I am feeling better. I am still blah, but better than when I first woke up. Ugh, I really hate it when my day starts off like this. I usually only get worse and am cranky over every little thing. Now if only Hubby will mow the lawn before it rains I will be happier.

Okay I should explain. On Thursday night it was my turn to go on the computer and play if I so choose to. I wanted to do stuff with our guild on WoW and was looking forward to it. So when Hubby came home and immediately got on the computer and refused to get off...I got angry. He wanted to do a really hard run with the guild which he said everyone was gearing up for, despite the fact that he had agreed it was my night on the computer. Normally I wouldn't have Thursdays because I would be over at Raven's sewing, but due to her crazy week last week I let her have a date night with her husband. Wow, that sounds so magnanimous of me doesn't. I really didn't have a choice.

Wednesday I had let Hubby play all night and Thursday it was supposed to be mine. This is a long winded explanation. I better get to the gist quick. So on Thursday when Hubby wanted another turn I told him only on two factors. Yes, I would be getting Friday night no matter what, because he would have friends over, but also because I had been cheated out of Thursday. The condition imposed was that he would then have to mow the lawn for me if he took my Thursday night. He said he would do it sometime this weekend. Sunday at the latest. Guess what it's Sunday and looking like it will rain. Has the lawn been mown yet? Oh and I told him that if he reneged on the lawn mowing (which I am expecting him to do because he'll wait until its about to rain and then have to stop part ways through) I would then be able to kick him off the computer any two times that I wanted to and he couldn't fuss about it. He agreed! So that is where we are now. I am waiting to see if he will actually mow the lawn or have him do only a quarter of it or so and then claim he fulfilled his promise.

I know he means to do it but he is a procrastinator and will put it off if he can. I can't say much because I do the same somedays. The dishes are only partly done right now and I have a few laundry baskets full of clothes that need to be folded. Still I do get to the household tasks done because otherwise we would have no dishes or clean clothes. Unfortunately today it is going to be very hard to motivate myself into doing anything other than playing on the computer or doing my puzzles. So now that I am done blogging I realize I have not talked about icky pregnancy details. I have only moaned and complained. I can't even say its a true rant or vent because I lack the motivation to be anything other than emotionally blah. I guess then that this was a ramble. I would say happy reading but you just read this and I wouldn't say it was happy, so I hope everyone has a better day or sleep or whatever!