Getting in as much sleep as possible, because as of tomorrow I am back on double night duty, as Hunny returns to work. So I get the 1 AM and 4 AM feeds, bad planning on my part because I should have put the gorgeous boy to bed later. At least then it doesn’t feel so much like 2 night feeds.

What I am doing: Jigsaw puzzles at http://www.jigzone.com to try to tire out my brain enough that I may actually sleep dreamlessly tonight.

I’ve been having the craziest dreams lately. Masses of murder and mayhem, usually with me on the receiving end, but sometimes I’m dishing it out. And then my warped and twisted mind has this bad habit of merging dreams and reality wile I’m in a half asleep state. A glimpse of Resident Evil on tv a couple of weeks ago is still with me, and I crawl back into bed after Aidan’s middle of the night feed wondering how I would be able to tell if Hunny had turned into a zombie while I was out of the room. I hate zombies, just about any other incarnation of fictional or actual evil I can handle, but zombies give me the heebies. Like I said, I’m half asleep so not thinking too fast, but I have come up with the following:

- Does he look grey in the half light from the passage? Zombies are always grey.
- Is he warm to the toe-touch? You don’t have to be as close to do a toe-touch as you do for a finger-touch.
- And the clincher, which I thought up last night: Is he breathing? Well obviously! Zombies don’t breathe! This one’s a winner. This way I can stand at the entrance to the room and listen carefully before I need to get within proximity to asses warmth, or colour in the half-light.

Problem is, as I climb into bed next to what I am fairly sure is my living breathing husband, I start entertaining thoughts of my baby being a zombie, and me not realizing it until he sinks his teeth into my breast at our next feeding session. Warped and twisted I tell you, warped and twisted. This kind of crap doesn’t happen as often when my brain is properly tired out at work.

In other news, Hunny got us a wii fit for Christmas. It’s a very nifty device, even if it did age me at 64 in my first attempt: “You seem to be quite unbalanced, do you find that you trip often when you walk?”. Where’s the check box that says “My core muscles are totally shot by their recent stretch-beyond-comprehension pregnancy experience and that’s why I’m a little shaky when you ask me to stand on one leg and place the other foot next to the opposing ear while simultaneously touching my toes and breathing … in through my nose … out through my nose …” But something’s working, I’m starting to feel a lot less wobbly when horse-riding again

And the hula-hoop game is great party entertainment; we’ll start posting blackmail videos of our guests as soon as someone declines our offer to swap their video for baby-sitting time

Is it my left side with the droopy eyelid, or my right side with the sticky out ear? Actually, I’m referring to my competitive nature…

Back when we were cutesy and dating Hunny and I played some playstation games together: golf, worms: non-combat type things. I’d start out okay but then I’d quickly get frustrated at my inability to master the controllers, annoyed at loosing all the time. Hunny has been playing PC and playstation games for years, obviously he’ll be better at this than me (not even counting in that he’s naturally gifted at just about everything!), but after a hour or so I was so wound up and irritated that we’d stop playing.

I was naive enough to think that the Wii would be a leveler. New platform, different and more intuitive controllers, we’d be starting from the same base so perhaps my natural talents (haven’t found them yet!) would finally start to show themselves and I could win something for a change. Not so. I spent 4 hours on Tuesday honing my skills on my own, but two sets into our first game of Tennis later that evening and he’s thrashing me all over again. He hits harder, learns quicker, reacts faster and my poor little Mii is eating his Mii’s dust

That brings on my sulks all over again. This should be something we can do together, but I just don’t handle constantly loosing very well. What do I do? Make Hunny play left handed so I can win? There’s no victory in that either … *sigh* Any suggestions?

Still on the subject of the Wii, Hunny has our households first Wiinjury (Wii injury). His shoulder is “a bit funky” this morning, he thinks from playing baseball on the Wii. Actually, there might be an angle there. If he gets a few more injuries maybe I’ll get the upper hand

And still on the subject of my Hunny: Happy Wellingtons day my lovely husband. You’re still my best Wellington ever.

I have the best Hunny in the whole wide world!

We visited family who own a Wii on the weekend, (Hunny got his ass whipped by his 5 year old nephew and it was just the coolest thing ever. I played one game of tennis and I was hooked. It’s the most cheerful interface I’ve ever seen. You create you little Mii character, and he dances around and gets all happy when you win: too cute.

Anyways, yesterday afternoon Hunny went out and bought me one! I love this guy! Played for about 4 hours last night, and by an amazing stroke of luck I had leave booked for today anyways (get some of the things done that are queuing up on my to do list) so guess what I’ve been doing all morning? Love it love it love it! Not sure so much of that list is going to get done today, but I really do have to go and pick up my bank card: my old one expired at the end of January…

Oh, and on a side note, I got my Google Analytics stats this morning, I have 8 click-throughs from blogspace.mweb.co.za, but I don’t know whos blog it’s from. If you are one of the folks who has been referred from mweb blogs please leave a comment and let me know how you found me? Just curious is all, all traffic is good traffic

One more thing, I didn’t give link credit to my friend who took the bike-jacket photo’s on Friday, that was Black Macros. For some deep thinking and a side of humor go pay him a visit.

Gotta go do some wii-boxing now, cheers!