The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

Was I just writing about how sleep was not my friend? Well, it's my obsessed lover right now.  I seriously CAN'T stay awake.  I slept for eight hours straight (like drugged sleep) and seriously dragged myself out of bed after laying there for 30 minutes so I could wake up enough to drive my sister to the airport.  I was awake to drive her . . . but as soon as we got to church, my head was bobbing all over the place.  I just sunk down in the pew and let myself just drift off because there was no fighting it.  When we got home, we ate lunch and then my mother went off to take a nap and I thought . . . there's no way I could sleep more, so I went outside in the 89 degree humid porch and read on a blanket . . ..  Only, I dreamed I read because I was fast asleep.   I went to the bed and slept another three hours. Am I narcoleptic? Possibly.  It feels wonderful.  I just came back from a night walk around the neighborhood in the full mo...

My mother was a scatter brain.  Honestly, I don't think any of my siblings or myself can count the times we've been forgotten at ballet or wherever we were.  My aunt would regularly give me a dime to keep in my ballet bag so I'd be able to call her to have her come pick me up (yep, I had the BEST aunt EVER!).  My Mom would be in the middle of something and then totally forget what she was doing.  She'd go to the grocery store and come back without the one thing she needed there . . . I have to say that I thought she was disabled.  I mean, who could forget THEIR OWN CHILD? Right.  There were only eight of us!  And two or three were pretty much already gone!  And how can you go grocery shopping and forget the dish washing detergent?  It's the REASON you went!  Yep, I was sort of punky and if you know my mom, well, she just listened to me tell her a thing or two and said she was sorry (sometimes she cried) and I thought, Oh, man, Mom, whe...