Last night, after 8 pm, I had the house to myself. I took a ridiculously long and scaldingly hot shower. I made myself some Ramen and I snuggled up on the couch with the dog. Or around the dog I should say. She takes up a lot of room for not being very big. I had the rest of my night planned. I knew I wasn't going to have to get up quite as early as normal because I wasn't going in to the office until after Alex's doctor appointment. And I had 5 episodes of The Closer saved on our DVR. Bliss in a blanket.
Man oh man did I get sucked in to The Closer. At 11:50pm I had one episode left. They run an hour with commercials, but I had it recorded so the commercials were just a fast forwarded blur and I didn't have to get up early, right? So what's it gonna hurt to stay up a little later and get my full on Closer fix? Nothin'. 12:45 I was brushin' these pearly whites and was off to bed. Not to sleep mind you...no no...Trav and his symphony of snoring made sure sleep didn't come easily. And then my Closer ridden brains played out incredibly strange dreams.
Yeah...staying up late doesn't hurt anything until your jerkstore kid wakes up at 5:45. I have had to wake that little snot up every flippin' day this week. At 7. And today, the one day I was really relying on a little extra shut-eye...5 freaking 45. In his defense the entire sippy cup of milk was probably not allowed during moments of my best judgement and his overnight diaper just couldn't take it anymore and his pj's were wet. Boo hoo. I'm tired kid! Can't you just lay on your other side?
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