Being in Texas, Iowa and then Texas within such a short span of time has really messed with my head. When we walked in the door at 1:30 Monday morning, I felt like I had been gone for a week. (But unfortunately it had only been 36 hours. I could have used days and days more in The Iowa!)

When I’m sitting still and it’s quiet, I still kind of feel like I’m moving. It’s very strange. But that’s roadbuzz for ya…

On Monday night, I somehow succeeded at getting all the beef my Pops sent home with us in my freezer (I had doubts that it would fit), got dinner on the table, made menus and a grocery list, did two loads of laundry, and went to the mall with Joey. All this and I still got in bed by 8:00 and was out well before 8:30.

This morning, however, I awoke feeling very tired and fuzzy, despite my 10 hours of sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face and, hopefully, wake up a little bit. But then I saw it on the wall.

“Joey! I need you,” I yelled. (He was still asleep even though his alarm had gone off at least once already.)

“Whaaaat….” he mumbled.

“I need you really bad, there’s a weird bug on the wall and I can’t kill it. I never saw its like before and I’m not touching it.” I was staring at the bug; it was disgusting.

“You used to kill bugs all the time…you’ve gotten really wimpy since we got married,” Joey said, stumbling into the bathroom without his glasses.

“I know, but this bug is giving me the wibbly-jibblies and plus I need you to kill the icky bugs because you’re the man. See how much more brave than me you are?” I said.

It took him about twenty more minutes before he finally got around to squashing the grody bug. During that time, I had one eye on the mirror as I was getting ready, and one eye on the bug to make sure it didn’t escape before Joey killed it.

The bug is dead and gone now. And I am going grocery shopping tonight. Hopefully by tomorrow everything will be all back to normal and I can function like a human instead of a zombie.