Please kick in. I know I’m running on considerably less sleep than usual today, and that you’ll have to work harder to raise my eyelids above my pupils, but, you see, what happened was…
I decided to emerge from the cocoon created by my electric blanket and stress and depression. I turned off the television. I took off the pants with an elastic waist band. I reapplied my makeup. And I went to my husband’s soccer game.
Although I didn’t cheer for him, and although I missed the part where he flipped off the ref and earned the very first red card of his 30+ year ‘career,’ I was still there for him. I supported him. Who cares that I couldn’t see the players clearly from where I was sitting. Who cares that my awful vision prevented me from seeing how much time was left in each half. What matters is that I went, that my husband knows that I love him enough, and that I support his athletic endeavors enough, to push through the depression created by my awful eyesight and leave the house.
And, Caffeine, after the game we went to a friend’s house. I know it was late, I know it was past my typical bedtime even, but we haven’t seen these friends in a while, and they live so close to the soccer fields and they offered up alcohol.
And everyone knows alcohol helps with depression.
We were just going to stay for a minute or two, or at least until the end of Tosh.0, but the wine and conversations kept flowing and, next thing you know, I was crawling into bed at nearly 1 am. But it was so nice to break out of my routine, to converse with friends, to be comforted by the fact that our peers are caught in the same housing conundrum as we are.
Then, at 6:25 this morning, Murphy decided that something looked fishy outside of our house and he barked. And barked. Then he barked some more. And rather than try to catch 20 more minutes of fitful sleep, I decided to just go ahead, shake my blankets off and plant my feet on the floor.
But you see, Caffeine, that unexpected wake-up call gave me enough time to drive through Starbucks and get you. If it wasn’t for Murphy’s perceived efforts at protecting our house, I wouldn’t have you in your grande latte glory. I would have to try to make it through this day alone.
So, again, please kick in.
Please, please, please kick in.
I need you.