…now let’s go back to bed!
We had a great day yesterday, but I am pooped. Its not that I am a lightweight ( Yes, yes it is. ) I just can’t handle a birthday party. A simple cake and singing birthday. OR maybe I could if it didn’t happen at 11pm. I have a pretty strict bedtime. 9pm. I either lie down or fall down.
It may be I am drunk on laziness!
Dillon wanted to see a movie yesterday, “Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince” (We have read all the books aloud and seen all the films together, so its pretty much a tradition) So off we went to a afternoon movie and dinner. At dinner we ate too much…of course. And on the way home we nearly fell asleep and died. ( okay that is overly dramatic of me, but we were feeling sleepy) When we got home no one felt like cake so we stayed awake until we did. This included watching another movie. “A Man Called Horse” One of those great 1970’s movies Jack and I are exposing our boys too via Netflix.
So it was sitting on my butt, watching 2 movies, eating a big carbolicious dinner, and then, late-night cake before bed…no wonder I am strung out!
Whoop-whoop!
I should go right back to bed and lay there until I feel better, but I know that will never work. I will wake all puffy with a weird feeling that its evening, when its really 10 AM with that strange sleep sweat on me. I will go to sleep at 11pm again tonight…probably with more cake involved. Its a vicious cycle. It WILL spiral down until I am compelled to start a new self-help group.
LATE CAKE A HOLICS L*C*A*H*. Loo-Cah!
Tempting…but no.
So I am going to have my vitamins, get my Irish Oatmeal going and jump on my treadmill for a half hour instead.
Some days I hate GOOD me. Once in a while, I long for the days when my 4 basic food groups were Tequila, Jolt Cola, clove cigarettes and cold pizza. Now I am done in by CAKE! Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
Back later to talk scrappy!
