Currently, right AT THIS VERY MOMENT (that is, while I'm typing, likely not while you're reading, but maybe...) I am tired.
See, I had to get up at 6 am and 6 am is pretty much dead to me. I hate 6 am. 6 am is stoopid. 6 am shouldn't exist.
Especially after working until 11:30 the night before and not getting to bed until 1 am. 1 am bedtimes stink. 1 am bedtimes are stoopid...especially when you have to get up at the butt crack of dawn (aka "6 am").
Belle had a dance competition about 30 minutes away. We drove there, watched all these little girls with make up and BRIGHT RED (ugh, really?! More on that in another post) lipstick on shake their booties to inappropriate songs (more on that in another post) and do their high kicks, were done (and took 3rd...more on that in another post) by 9:40, raced back home to make it to church at 10:30, were 10 minutes late to church (awards, traffic, and okay, so it's more like 35 minutes away), went to our weekly Catholicism "class" (not really, but I don't know what else to call it) came home, thought I was getting the day off, ended up working from 3-7, came back home (again, count...this is now 3? 4? times back home), helped get kids to bed and vegged with social media while my sweet husband balanced the check book.
Can I please have a Klondike bar?
I have a Baby Girl sleeping soundly beside me, too many Words With Friends games to play, a growing addiction to "Draw Something" developing, a brain that's abuzz from a "much too late" Coke, and a body that's yelling at me to SLEEP, DANG IT!
Tomorrow is a new day. A predict a very unproductive new day, but, a new day nonetheless.
See ya on the flip side...