My husband, God bless
My husband, God bless him, turned on some wretch of a movie called Vampirella, laid down on the floor, and fell asleep using the ass of a giant stuffed Elmo as a pillow. As I look on the floor in the office, I see Cuervo the hulking Labrador, the hub, and the 9 month old all zonked out. I have to wonder if the floor is more comfortable than it appears, or if perhaps the carpet has some sort of sleep dust imbedded in it. Or maybe it’s that normal people sleep at this hour, while I myself am wide awake due to the 2 hour nap I took at 6 pm. Not the brightest thing I’ve done, to be sure. I am destined for insomnia all night long.
Ever since I was little I have been a night owl. I don’t know if it’s because my mom was, so I picked up her habits, or whether it’s just the way I’m wired. On occasion I’m able to get up early and have a full day and go to sleep at a normal hour – my honeymoon in Costa Rica comes to mind, where we were up every morning at 7 and in bed at midnight. Usually though, if I do wake up early, I still go to bed late.
There’s a hot fudge pudding cake upstairs with my name on it.