So here I am - sleepy, hot, bleh. I'm actually ok, and am trying to decide how to finish my night. Hubs is away, and lucky girl that I am, I have lots of distractions on hand. I've already caught up on some of my internet wanderings. Speaking of that; I answered some of your questions about the "Housekeeping" post, and will continue to update as you advised me when I feel more into it. My other "distractions" are calling more to me at the moment. When you work long hours and have to drag your still sleeping ass out of bed at 5am, there are definite priorities placed on "play" time.
So here's the deal. I am 3/4 done with Breaking Dawn. I know some hate the direction the story took, but I love it. I think it's the most tightly written of the series. Saying that, it is a definite departure from the others. It's been quite difficult to stay away from it long enough to even do the little surfing that I've done. Maybe I should start on that now so that I can get some good reading time in before bed. I started reading the book the other night after it had arrived in the mail that day. I was so excited about it that I didn't want to put it down to go to sleep. Hubs reminded me that I had an early start and that I should turn in. I reluctantly plopped the book down beside the bed and snuggled under the covers.
I made a valiant effort at sleeping. Truly I did. But every time I closed my eyes, Bella, Edward and Jacob danced behind my lids. So - like a thief, I crept out of bed. I knew that if I turned the light on to read, Hubs would see the light under the door and come to talk sense into me. So instead I convinced myself that I just needed to read for 10 more minutes and dragged the book into our master bath. It was just like when I used to read under the covers with a flashlight when I was little. (Unfortunately our flashlight is broken, or I would have taken that route.) I pressed my back against the vanity and sat on the tiny throw rug for whatever comfort it could offer my little bum on cold tile.
Almost two hours later, I heard Hubs open the bedroom door. I huddled into the corner and waited for the inevitable. He opened the door and looked at me with wide, incredulous eyes. "You little goof!" he said. "What are you doing in here?" Even though he was flabbergasted, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. I know I looked guilty as hell. I threw my arms around his neck and confessed my addiction. I hadn't even realized the time. Thus, I got less than 4 hours sleep that night. Yes, that's right, FOUR. I'm a dumbass, but I like to tell the story anyway. I get a kick out of us.
Oh! So where was I?? Oh yes - my other "distractions." Well, I also am suddenly really into "Don't Forget the Lyrics." I thought it would be dumb before I saw it, but they did such a good job of inviting really likable, fun people to the show that I can't help but sing along with them! The one time DH saw it with me, we both sang and enjoyed ourselves immensely. I also think Wayne Brady does a great job of being approachable and fun.
To go along with that show, I recently started a really cool knitting project that my hands are itching to get back to. I could do both of those ideas at the same time! Maybe I'll do that, and then read just a little bit before bed. Think I can do it? Less than 2 hours before bedtime!!!