Wiped out.

Running on about 5 hours sleep. The airconditioning kept making funny noises and burning smells, the fridge and Sam kept snoring in my ears/Sam stopping breathing so I kept poking him lightly to wake him up so he didn't die. So I finally gave up on getting sleep. As a consequence I'm really tired, and being sore from sleeping awkwardly doesn't help either. (Am I tossing/turning/moving too much? Gah, too hot/too cold, shift, turn, twist ugh)

Today was Mother's Day, so we went to have brunch at The Chateau. Everyone dressed up (Sam wore shirt, tie, shoes, cufflinks, the works) and we get there...and I felt underdressed because everyone else there is basically jeans/t shirt. A FEW people were dressed up but not nearly as much as we were. =/ Sam ate half his body weight in food (bacon, sausage, beans and pasta) and enjoyed it. Don't blame him-24 hours with nothing but a bit of doritos to go off of sucks!

I'm honestly SURPRISED Dad was polite! Shit! Miracles still happen!

We chatted with Cheryl Ann and Al for a bit, then we went for a walk down to CVS, where Sam brought some stuff. Not pleased I carried the aforementioned 12 pack of tea back to the hotel ("But I'm fragile!")-it's a LONG walk when you have to shift a purse, an equally heavy bag full of sweets and the tea back and forth so your arms wear evenly. Ah well.

We came back home and we ordered Dominos-Sam had a carbonara, I had a thin crust with BBQ sauce, chicken, roasted red pepper and onion, it was really nice. We watched Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind for a bit before mum and dad came back from work. We had cake and ice cream and Mum opened her cards. Then Sam and I relaxed. Lindsay called and I talked to her for 45 minutes (Gah!) while Sam played with his toy. He's so impressed by it, it's brilliant he says. I'm happy for him.

He's at the hotel now, I'm at home. One night of sleep in my own bed should be enough to restore me. I might spend tomorrow night at the hotel. Maybe-but it might be pushing it with Dad I think. Oh well.