So, after 11 days of the husband being on break, and him (an me) living like he (we) have no responsibilities, I've finally gotten to the point where I'm ready to admit when I'm too old to do this!11 days of going to bed well after midnight and getting up by 7:30-8:00 (major sleeping in for me) every day, teaching lessons, running errands and doing housework, and I'm ready to drop.
I've had 3 cups of coffee, by cup, I mean 16ozer. And I'm still craving one of these...
...like there's no tomorrow. And we still need to run about 15 errands and I need to come home and get laundry done so it's out of the way before the weekend.
Bring on the coffee, I may need to start another pot when I get home, though the aftermath crash will probably be painful, that's what sleep tonight is for.
I got a text from my dad (yes my parents text) at 11:45 the other night and couldn't figure out who could have died. He lives in Central Time and I think he must have forgotten about the hour difference thing for the moment, cause seriously, no one died, but I was like half awakedly trying to respond to him.
Seriously, since when is midnight too late?
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I know what you mean! And when I went to the American Idol concert a few weeks back (free tickets... can't pass that up!) I was saying it was too loud. Since WHEN is a concert too loud - what am I , 60??
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