The last week has been a tough one for getting good sleep. This is the fourth consecutive day that I have pushed myself into the early morning and the second time in three days that I won't have slept at all. Nothing in particular seems to be bothering me and my mood is pretty solid, so I haven't a clue as to what my problem really is. Looks like I'll need to see my doctor this week to get me a prescription for some sleep medication to help me through this.
Looking past this, it's been a very nice weekend. Meva and I decided to enjoy her three day weekend by relaxing and having a very low-key holiday just enjoying some quality family time together and trying to make a dent into the never ending monster that is laundry. The laundry is winning by the way, but I am hoping to rally from behind later today.
Due to the rainy weather for Saturday, we moved up our Independence Day celebration to Friday night so we could take the kids to see fireworks. We found a good spot with plenty of room for the triplets to run and they had a great time. Surprisingly, Sarah ended up being afraid of the louder aerial bombs and wanted to go home quickly. Ryan, who I was worried would be scared, loved every minute of it and told us that it was "Christmas Time" whenever a red and green exploded into the sky, which surprisingly happened quite frequently. It was a great time overall and as a parent, it was really cool to have that experience from the adult perspective.
Speaking of this holiday, it absolutely drive me nuts when I hear people say they are celebrating "The 4th of July" as though the we were celebrating the fact that it's no longer the 3rd. I have no idea exactly why I am wired this way, but it's a big deal to me to accurately refer to it as Independence Day. Maybe it's because every country has a 4th of July.
Meva and I also got to do something very rare for us, and that was to go out for an evening alone. Tom and Colleen graciously watched the triplets for us while we saw Star Trek and went out to dinner. It was a great time, but I was really disturbed by the absolutely enormous size of the bucket for popcorn. It seemed like everyone got that size, which they accurrately called "Extreme." When a guy my size is awed by the serving size, it's just wrong. When I was a kid, the only time I saw a bucket that big it had 12 pieces of chicken and about 4 biscuits in it. Just sad.
That's it for now. It's anow almost 6am and I need to decide if I'm going to try one last time for some sleep, or if I am going to hang it up and start some coffee. I guess I'll just stare at the strange Autumn-like fog that has crept in from some past or future October.
I came across this link today on Facebook, courtesy of Steve Niles, a horror writer who is probably best known for creating the story that became the movie "30 Days of Night." It's a humorous list of some old magazine advertisements that while in some cases are either scary and bizarre or extremely offensive by today's standards, nevertheless made me laugh quite a bit. When you put your mind to the fact that modern advertising is really close to 100 years old, it's come a long way in terms of understanding how to promote their products and understand who they are targeting. Just thinking about what those early years must have been like without the ethics and regulations that guide it (for good or ill) today, it must have been similar to a wilderness.