Last night Paul left to go camping/fishing with some friends (he took the day off work today and will be back later tonight). We are rarely apart for more than a work-day's length, and I missed him fiercely by about 7:00 p.m. (more because I knew I wouldn't see him for more than a day than the fact that he'd been gone for just 2 hours), but I decided to capitalize on the time alone after the kids went to bed. So I made all sorts of great plans for a one-woman all-night party, the main ingredients being treats, drinks, my book, movies/TV shows that I rarely get to watch (because they're on too late for our regular bedtime), and the whole bed to myself.
Heh. I woke up at 2:57 this morning with a pack of Hershey's kisses still within arm's reach, my book fallen open to a page where the binding was a little loose, and the lamp still burning bright. (I can't remember exactly, but don't think I even made it past 9:30.) I fumbled to turn off the lamp, staggered into the bathroom to brush my teeth in the dark, and climbed back into bed about 1 minute later. So much for my big night-owl plans, but I feel great this morning!
3 comments:
That's my girl. Sounds like my kind of party!
You mean sleeping extra long isn't a party? These days I can rarely think of anything better...
Joey is the Scout Master in our ward and I do the same thing when he goes on camping trips. I plan a total "ME" night and then crash. When it comes down to it, I guess sleep is what we need more than anything.
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