I’m just sitting at my computer while Lydia watches the end of the Tinker Bell movie and Asa tries to crawl up onto the fireplace, the chair, the couch and the sidetables. It’s one of those days where I have lots to do (like clean the house before Les’ fam comes over at 1pm) but after already doing the laundry, making 3 breakfasts, feeding Asa twice and fixing Lydia’s hair—well, I’m just not in the mood.
Asa’s been waking up at 5am every morning. I feed him and he goes back to sleep until 7am. It’s not as bad as twice a night and I know it could be worse. BUT that stretch between 5:20 and 7am is like the death toll. (Or is it death nail? Anyway, it stinks.) I either listen to the birds and watch the sky get lighter…which doesn’t sound too bad until my mind starts whirring and I start thinking about all the emails I haven’t returned, the posts I need to write and all the great ideas I have about world peace and the Iranian election (just kidding, I don’t even know anything about the election. I just saw it was a trending topic on twitter this morning), then I finally fall asleep about 6:15 and just as I’m entering that really really asleep phase–it’s 7am.
So, even though I spent a good 45 minutes thinking about what I was going to post today, it must have gotten mixed up in my dreams because I can’t remember a thing about it. The only thing I can think of that I’ve been meaning to ask you about is…
WHO’S WATCHING SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?
Because I am not. *gasp* I do not have cable. *choke* Which was my husband’s frugal idea until the fall shows start…then with all the mucho dinero we’ve saved we can buy a new tv. But now I’m very much regretting the idea. I saw a tweet about Mia Michaels the other day. And Nigel. And yes, even Mary. AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!
Anyone want to fill me in? Please tell me it’s the worst season ever. Please.
OK. Tinkerbell is done. Don’t forget about my Little Debbie giveaway. It ends uhm…this weekend.