Just Go Back to Sleep

Go ahead… judge me.

Check out my grocery stash for the week. I managed to stay below $50 again! Everything here rang up at $35.76.

2 bags All-Purpose Flour – $2
2 bags Whole Wheat Flour – $2
Dark Brown Sugar – $1.50
Light Brown Sugar – $1.50
Frozen Blueberries (to make Low-Cal Blueberry Protein Muffins) – $8.59
Grapefruit – $1/each
Red Grapes – $2.49/lb
Large White Eggs – $2.49
Spinach – $1.50
Chavrie Goat Cheese – $5.49

Look what else I got today! After an aggravated phone call to the foot doctor again yesterday, I managed to snag a 2:30pm appointment to pick up my $450 investment in my feet. And guess what? They don’t have warrantee.

They better work.

I’m only supposed to wear the orthotics a few hours at a time until my feet get used to them, but everybody I talk to seems to agree that they’re going to help my situation a lot. I’m glad that I’m finally getting them, because my feet have not been fun lately. I even had to use my cane again yesterday for a little bit. I have two classes in the same building on the third floor (which means I have to go up, then down, then up, then down) and the building somehow doesn’t have an elevator, even though that’s illegal. I’m probably going to end up making a phone call. I’m not a happy camper.

Last night I blogged about how Brent and I were on opposite schedules all day long, even when we were sleeping! Brent does funny things in his sleep, if you haven’t heard. He never remembers anything that he does or says in his sleep, so it’s hilarious to tell him stories in the morning.

Last night, at around 3am he woke up screaming bloody murder saying “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” He scared the crap out of me because I was watching Hulu with headphones on, but I jumped up and asked, “Oh my god, what’s wrong?! Are you okay?!” He kind of grunted at me, then rolled over and immediately resumed snoring. It blows my mind how one second he can be literally screaming in pain and then two seconds later back to snoring. What is wrong with him??

About an hour later, he sat straight up and started mumbling.

Brent: Miranda … blergmmhhhh… phone… blerghhhh…mmmm… who’s is it?

Me: Ummm… what??

Brent: Who’s on the phone, Miranda?! Someone’s calling me! Who is it?

Me: Uhhhh…. Okay. Sure.

Brent: Huuuuuhhh?

Me: Just lie back down and go to sleep.

Brent: What’s happennnnnnning? What’s going onnnnn?

Me: Just GO BACK TO SLEEP.

Brent: …..Ohhh…. Ohhhhhhhkay…….. *snoring*