Saturday, February 09, 2013
Yesterday was such a completely fantastic day. It was great in the morning, great when we went diving, and great after. It was the first fully completely fun day I'd had in a long time. Diving was amazing, it was still scary, but it felt so much better to be outside and be in real water and I got to see an amazing amount of littler critters! Who would have thought! The areas looks totally dead from the outside. You wouldn't believe how much is crawling around on the floor of the water when just outside the water there is nothing but rocks and sand!
I fell asleep so content it was crazy.
But then I woke up at 4:30 in the morning. All excited and couldn't sleep. And then I couldn't sleep. And I layed there awake until my thoughts turned inside themselves and by 6:30 I was ready to kill somebody. By 7:30 I was excruitiatingly tired and had already chewed out the boy and went back to bed. Then I fell asleep and it was wonderful. Two seconds later, the cat decided to open the cabinet doors of the bathroom just so they could slam shut again. Over and over and over. Until I wanted to kill somebody again. And now I am here. Awake. Grumpy. Tired. But, mostly sad that I, and only I, killed the wonderful fabulous run of wonderfulness I was having. And, already it feels like it's too late. Like the day will never recover. But maybe it will. There is always a chance.