My time.

I realize that two posts in one day is a little narcissistic but…

Somebody please tell me to go to bed.  I’m back to being able to sleep.  I don’t even need the half an ambien anymore.  My kids were both knocked out, fully asleep by 7:30 tonight.  It’s almost 10 and I haven’t moved from my chair.  I watched food porn (Alton Brown and that guy from Queer Eye) for a while until the annoying cutetsy couple came on and fed each other comfort food from their lush outdoor seating area.  I had to turn that off.  I’ve cruised by all my old online haunts: ebay, Fabric Fairy, Facebook, all the blogs I love, my 5 email accounts, Yahoo News….repeat, ad nauseaum.  It’s a time suck.

I have almost 60 books on Goodreads to plow through, I have a sewing table full of projects to be started and UFOs to finish.  Laundry.  Monkeys to glue (shower curtain rings…cute but not sturdy).  Laundry to fold.  Blah, blah. 

But I’m tired.  I can’t hold my eyes open.  And it’s like this everynight.  And the next thing I know, it’s midnight and my contacts are about ready to fling out of my dry eyeballs.  And the girls are up at 7.  Really, really up for the day. 

It’s probably a good thing that I have kids.  Or I’d be one of those losers in the bar every night and dragging ass to some crappy job every day.  At least the kids keep me sober.  I don’t stay up all night.  Every night.

But somebody tell me to go to bed.  I feel better when I do.  I get more done during the day.  I’m a better mommy.  But there is something about this time, my time, that I don’t want to end.


3 thoughts on “My time.

  1. I need a REASON to go to bed, and no, it’s not what you think. My secret pleasure, something totally for me (and no, it’s not THAT either! LOL!) is my “bedtime story.” If you read my blog often, you are aware of my Cody Canada obsession (Cross Canadian Ragweed), and I have quite the mini-novel in my head. Alternate universe where I’m younger, firmer, less hermit-like, and WAY less married (not that I’d ever change that in THIS world)… we meet, he’s immediately smitten, and I imagine every word, every painfully terrifying moment, waiting for that first touch or kiss, then he stays in town, and it’s a whirlwind. MUCH more emphasis on the sappily romantic and not so much erotic (Oddly, I get bashful in my bedtime stories), more thinking of afterglow than Main Event. And that’s what entices ME to bed when the lids get heavy and I’m too unmotivated to get off the couch or away from the computer.

  2. I do the same thing. I stay up later than I should and then, when the alarm goes off in the morning, the first thought that I have is “no. It’s too soon.” That’s my first though every day. It’s too soon. But, that stops tonight. I decided to go for a little drive at lunch and I fell asleep, while driving. I was awoken by my car smashing into the curb. Luckily, I’m still here, but I think I’ll tuck in a little early tonight.

  3. Every night I do the same thing… it’s like I am too selfish to give up my little bit of peace and quiet. Ah well, I will sleep in when my kids are grown up. 😉

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