I Am Weird

I came to the realization yesterday that I am...weird

Yes, I know it's hard to believe.

"You weird Luna? Never. You must be thinking about Mona."

Sorry to burst your bubble of my perfection, but it's true. I am weird.

I normally try to hide this weirdness on a daily bases, but when I'm tried I can't focus enough to keep it a bay, and yesterday boy was I was tired.

First of all and worst of all, Mona woke up up from a nap (I have a bad nap history). I never feel more hatred for someone then when they wake me up from a nap and seeing Mona's ugly stupid face right above me telling me she called me eight times because we had plans to go to dinner caused nothing but pure and utter hatred in my very soul towards her.

But that's not what caused me to realize my weirdness. (I feel completely justified in being slightly upset from being aroused from a light nap)

What I realized is that when I'm tired I become Captain Obvious.

Yesterday, Mona, still on the defensive from my verbal abuse and dirty looks, annoyingly pointed it out.

I say things like:

"It's cold outside we need to put on our coats"

 "We need to pay for the food"

"Grab the key before you leave the house"

That's not even the weird thing. The weird thing I realized is...this is just me thinking out loud.

I think these things every time I have to do something. I have to remind myself it's cold outside and I need to put on my coat, or make sure you don't lock yourself out of the house, or we need to pay the bill before we can get up, put on our coat, grab the keys and leave.

I am constantly running through the list of things I have to do to get from point A to point B when something needs to be done. Like leave the house.

When I'm tired I have to think these things out load to remind myself even more to do them or I will get locked out of the house without a coat in the middle of winter.

Mona thought I was trying to annoy her by reminding her to do things, but the truth is I was talking out loud to remind myself.

If that's not weird, I don't know what is.

Daughter of the Year Award

I am a terrible, crappy, atrocious, absolutely horrifyingly dreadful daughter!

Background Story

I don't sleep at night. I am a terrible insomniac (and it's not because of all the coffee...I have tested this before). I function on about four to five hours of very interrupted sleep and can go about life perfectly fine, so it doesn't bother me much.

But, after a while of not sleeping, well I kinda crash. I never see it coming. I tell myself I'm just going to close my eyes for a minute...take a little half hour nap.  
Before I know it I'm woken up twelve hours later with someone banging on my door with life support.

During this time I am, as Mona calls it, "dead to the world". I don't hear a thing. I am completely passed out with drool running down my face and all.

Mona says she has tried to wake me when I have been in this "napping" state before and all she will say is don't poke the bear while it's napping.

I don't remember anything.

I was just napping. No life support needed.

Yesterday

I got off of work early (I know crazy concept). Mona was working late, so I was going to be home alone and my mom was in Milwaukee, so my dad was home alone. I called to see if he wanted to go to dinner with me, so we didn't have to eat alone.

I CALLED TO MAKE THE PLANS!

I got off work at one and we weren't going to be eating dinner until five, so I foolishly thought to myself that I have time to take a little nap. I will even set my alarm for four just in case.

I found my self woken up from someone pounding on the walls downstairs. I thought it was my neighbors because we have paper thin apartment walls and I swear they have 12 kids. I looked at the clock and went into a panic because it said 7:30 meaning I was suppose to be at work thirty minutes ago!

As I was running around like a mad woman, I grabbed my phone and noticed I had seven missed calls, several text message, and even Facebook notification from my Father, Mother, and Mona all questioning if I was alive or not.

Finally what really happened clicked. It was 7:30 PM and I missed dinner with my dad.

The banging was still going on as I hurriedly dialed my dad's number to apologize and let him know I was in fact still alive.

The banging stopped.

Come to find out the banging was my father at my front door and not the noisy neighbors with the twenty-six children.

My dad was so concerned with my well being that he drove across town and stated banging on my door to check to make sure I was okay. He thought I was literally dead.

Mona said she knew I was sleeping.