I’m Still Asleep

So tired. The kids’ behavior has been very poor this morning. I can’t sleep in at all, because if I do, things fall apart pretty quickly down here.

I can remember my parents still sleeping while Paul and I were up on weekends. We didn’t fight like Desmond and Aislyn, though, I don’t think.

In New England, it’s horrendously freezing today. So I don’t think I’ll be going out much. Thus, I have planned Have To’s:

• Clip my toenails
• Clean the downstairs (it’s in a condition like I’ve never seen)
• Laundry
• Vacuum the stairs
• Clean the tub

Just thinking about it all makes me want to close my eyes and go back to sleep. Because there are really many more things I should add to the list. Such as shaving, biking, cleaning the rest of the upstairs bathroom, and so on and so on and so on…

I am really living up to my name for sure: The Weary. Caffeine seems to help. I ought to change my blog name to Weary World or something along those lines: No. Sleep. Till Birthday (for you youngsters and pre-Gen-Xers, this is a Beastie Boys reference: No Sleep Till Brooklyn).

Actually, the Depo will have worn off by Derek’s birthday, which is 19 days ahead of mine. And, as we know, it’s not really a matter of sleeplessness. It just sounds good.

Well, everyone’s getting along now. I need to start creating my plan of attack for today. Stay warm, my local-ish readers. Stay alert.