Day 310 - Losing Sleep

I had a terrible sleep last night. I kept getting waked up by that damn girl of mine. And by 'that damn girl' I'm referring to my damn wife, Lisa.

Last night, Lisa kept on getting out of bed because she couldn't sleep. At first, she got out of bed to take a dump. But it took a really long time for her to return to bed. So I shouted from my bed, "Are you alright in there?" And Lisa shouted something back that was a little garbled, but I think it was something along the lines of "Nothing has poked out yet!"

The next time she got out of bed, she went to make herself a cup of tea. I heard all of the sounds associated with making tea from the bedroom: the cabinet opening to grab a cup; the faucet filling the cup with water; the microwave oven heating the water; Lisa dropping the cup on the floor because it was too hot; the cup shards puncturing Lisa's foot; the paramedics entering to stop the bleeding; and Lisa making out with the paramedics on our sofa. You know, typical stuff.

She woke up another time and went into the living room. Time past, and I didn't know what she was doing. Perhaps a paramedic was still there? So I shouted from my bed once again, "Are you alright in there?" I hoped she wasn't pooping in the living room. Lisa came into the bedroom and told me she couldn't sleep so she was just watching television.

I asked her why she couldn't sleep. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have asked such a loaded question because I was very tired and wanted to go back to sleep. But I got the answer -- several answers actually. Several long answers. Several long, detailed answers.

But the one answer that pertained to the subject of the blog was this: the 1st birthday party. Remember how I did a recent blog about 1st birthday parties and how Lisa and I both felt that there's no reason to go overboard? Well I'm grabbing my life jacket right now and ready to jump.

It seems as if Lisa is getting sucked into this whole 1st birthday party phenomenon. I tried to explain to her that it's like throwing a birthday party for someone who has Alzheimer's (or as Grandma Ichikawa says "oldstimers"). There's no reason to lose sleep over it when it's still two months away, but Lisa explained that we need to think of a theme and she wants to make the invitations. The theme I suggested was "Don't Bother Coming" and they would R.S.V.P. to 1-800-GO-2-HELL. I thought that was a pretty funny response at 4:30am in the morning, but not to crabby pants Lisa.

My new position on all of this birthday party crap is to just go along for the ride. If Lisa wants to throw a nice little party, so be it. It only happens once, or in our case, twice at once. Personally, I'm for the less is more/nothing is everything stance. I'm sure I will continue to update this blog over the next few months with birthday planning details. Wish me luck on getting more sleep tonight, although Lisa lying in bed with a Martha Stewart magazine and a Red Bull doesn't put me at ease.