I know, I know. My husband is awesome and lets me sleep in. But this morning I couldn’t because he needed to prepare and start the brisket he’s smoking today and Annie doesn’t have opposable thumbs.
For whatever reason, Joshua, the apple of my eye, has decided to wake up at 5:00 a.m. everyday this week (WHY, child, WHY?) and because of this, I wake up too. Occasionally when he gets on this kick, he’ll go back to sleep for a bit. Today is not one of those days. (And we have company coming over for lunch this afternoon and there’s not really TIME for me to lay down and sleep…)
I’m a zombie, y’all. Two cups of coffee down, and I’ve already been up for close to 4 hours with no nap in sight and I. Am. A. Zombie.
I actually nodded off about an hour ago holding my coffee mug…er…well, resting it on my stomach flab and holding it.
I just want to be lazy. Or go shopping (with what money, you ask? I have no idea.)
Sorry I’m whining. I get like this when I’m cranky. And I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep.
And Dan is kind of driving me crazy right now because he is Mr. GO-GO-GO-GO and I’m all “waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh I want to sit here and not move.” But I haven’t killed him yet. So that’s a good sign, right
We’re three days into this Staycation, my house is (mostly) clean, my reserves are dwindling and it is still a million degrees outside with no signs of cooling off. Ever. The Devil has finally come down to Georgia and he is planning to stay forever, apparently.