Yesterday I mentioned that I have a touch of the writer’s block and I think part of the issue is that I am so tired. I think it may be a combination of staying up until 1 a.m. and having a mild case of insomnia. It certainly doesn’t help that I have someone who wants to wake me up at 5 a.m. to tell me they need to go to the bathroom and then I have to remind P that he can go to the bathroom anytime he wants and doesn’t have to tell me.
Part of what’s been keeping me up until 1 a.m. is my obsession with Pathwords. For those of y’all who don’t know what that means, Pathwords is a game on Facebook that’s basically crack for nerds.
About a month ago, I had the highest score among all my Facebook friends and I’ll admit that I struggled with some pride over the whole thing. I had to restrain myself from leaving comments on my high school friends’ walls saying, “Who cares what Jimmy Buffet song most represents your personality? Check out my Pathwords score!”
They may remember me as the girl who couldn’t pass Algebra II without resorting to bribing the teacher with apple fritters and excessive flattery, but I am a genius when it comes to anything involving letters that don’t represent arbitrary math equations And, sure, a guy I know from high school has a laboratory research facility at Harvard that’s named after him, but I bet what everyone will really be talking about at our twenty year reunion this summer will be my Pathwords proficiency.
Then, two weeks ago, a guy who was in my church youth group in high school surpassed my high score and I am obsessed with beating him. (Let me state again that I have NO IDEA where Caroline inherited her competitive nature.) It’s a sickness and I’m planning to quit cold turkey. Tomorrow.
So I’ll admit that I took a nap while Caroline was at school yesterday. At least I say it was a nap. I spent the morning cleaning our bathrooms so it’s entirely possible that I just passed out from the Tilex fumes, but the important thing is I caught up on a little sleep.
When she got home from school we pulled out the paints again and watched the newest episode of Planet Earth which was all about caves and has singlehandedly caused me to develop a huge cave phobia. I googled “phobia of caves” because I wanted to impress y’all with a big word, but all it gave me was “claustrophobia”.
Hey Google, tell me something I don’t know. I’m well aware of my claustrophobic issues because they are all that kept me from hiding in the trunk of my car in an attempt to get some sleep when Caroline was a newborn. I would prefer an exotic word for my new fear of caves.
I also found this helpful piece of advice on a website regarding cave phobia:
If the mention of ‘Caves’ by someone sends chills down your spine then it’s time for you to consult a trained psychotherapist as quickly as possible.
Risky Career Options for People with the Fear of Caves
– Jobs where Caves are involved or anything which resembles or is connected to “Caves”.
Good Career Options for People with this Phobia
– Jobs where Caves are not involved or anything which resembles or is connected to “Caves” is not present.
Seriously, what did we do before the internet?
I guess that means I should tear up this job application for Spelunkers, Inc.
Even though they really wanted me because they heard about my high score on Pathwords.