I've been having problems.
I love my Chubb's, but if she doesn't start letting me get some sleep, I may just forget who she is. Who I am. Who anyone is.
When you're completely exhausted, your brain shuts down some unnecessary parts of thinking and living.
For example, typing. I can no longer type. It's already taken me 20 minutes and 3 million backspaces to type this much.
For another, to put your wallet back in your purse after purchasing a totally unnecessary shirt. In Park City (which is approximately 30 minutes up a windy and snowy canyon from my house).
So I forgot my wallet. After much ridicule from my husband on Saturday, we all got ready to make the trip back up the canyon to get it. As I was zipping up my coat, he has the audacity to ask me, "Is that what you're wearing?"
Um, you got a problem with what I'm wearing?
Yes, he says.
I look down before I finish zipping up my coat and realize: I'm not wearing a shirt.
Apparently it takes a lot of brain power to remember to wear a shirt, and my cranium just shut that portion down.
Here's to better sleep in Arizona, and remembering to pack my bed...