I am a terrible fake mom.
Aside from letting the DQs watch the last 5 minutes of "Flavor of Love" last night (which could win a gold medal for shittiness - just stop letting them watch cable, I KNOW!), this morning I dropped the little one off at school before the sun came up. As in, the sun's still not up and I dropped her off half an hour ago.
But by golly, I had the world's greatest sleep last night. I used to sleep over all the time, but would sack out on the couch for 20-minute cat-naps since I was finishing school and always had a thousand overdue papers to work on. But now that I actually go to bed when I sleep, I fully experience the bliss that is a tempur-pedic mattress topper, and I tell ya, after a week of this it's going to be hard to readjust to my slab at home.
While I'm berating myself for being a bad fake mom, let me add that I'm a bad sister, too. Before I went to sleep I kicked the cats out of the bedroom, closed the door, and left my poor allergy-plagued brother to fend for himself on the couch with a woven throw blanket one-third his size and a blister pack of Benadryl.
If I'm going to hell, at least I got a really good night's sleep for the journey.
Rather than thinking about the next two weeks as HSA weeks, I'm going to say this week is sushi and new camera trial week (how could I not have realized that the 20D would weigh more than a small child?), and next week is the week before Spring Break. I am happy. What an odd feeling to have before 7 a.m. on a Monday.
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Notes:
- We moved in completely. Nearly every artifact that was stored in this
loft, in wrapped in ancient newspapers and nested in dusty cartons, has
bee...
11 years ago
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