I think my sleep deprivation has hit a new high/low.  I heard what I thought was an intruder breaking into our house last night when I was asleep.  I jumped out of bed, ran into the living room and confronted this dark figure at the front door.  The whole thing felt very much like one of those dreams where something really bad is happening and I can't seem to speak or move... except I was able to do both.  I yelled out, "HEY!"  And I followed it with, "Get out of our house!" because what else do you yell at someone who has broken in?  And then Dan said, "Hi.  It's just me."  It didn't register right away, that this stranger was Dan and nt really a stranger.  "What?  What?"  I stood there not knowing what to do, overwhelmed with adrenaline and confusion.  And then I just started sobbing.  I was so freaked out and confused and relieved.  The walk back to our bedroom was slow and uncomfortable because my leg muscles were still taught and shaking.  At that point I realized only 20 minutes had passed since I turned out the light to go to sleep.       

I'm really glad my Mom is coming tomorrow.  She's going to stay for about 12 days.  I'm hopeful that by then I'll be ready for all the newbies at work.  If everything goes exceptionally well, I'll have gotten some rest, had some dates with my hubby and tackled some much needed weeding too.  Oh, and a new pair of glasses.  And maybe some shoes for work too.  Yeah, the list of stupid things I need to do just keeps growing and growing.  It's infinitely longer than this.  How do people do this, especially in the absence of local family help?

Ugh.