Does the time change screw with you like it screws with me? Last night Will finally got me to go to bed around 10:30 but I just laid in bed thinking “This is stupid. It’s really 9:30. I could be unloading the dishwasher.” When my alarm went off at 5:30, I immediately thought “WTF. It’s 4:30. I should be asleep.”
So, I mean, I hate telling people with BABIES that I’m tired, but I’m tired. I’m delirious, I’m bone-weary. This morning I thought I was dreaming while I ironed, but NO, I was awake – and I burned myself. My back is starting to hurt and I just want to cry.
Maybe I shouldn’t have a child? ;)
That being said, Wednesday is basketball night for Will, so I either go to a fast food place he hates or I make something he hates so I can eat it ALLLL BY MYSELF (insert meatless dishes here). I did NEITHER of those things last night, I just ate a tuna sammich and made some more sweet potato fries. MAKE THOSE FRIES.
I would tell you how I make my tuna fish for sammiches but you strike me as the kind of gal (or maybe I just remember this) that doesn’t care for the stuff. So I’ll keep it to myself unless I’m prompted to share.
Oh, hey, tuna fish sammiches and sweet potato fries?
SERVE WITH ROOT BEER.
i like that we both ended our posts today with CAPITAL LETTERS.
ReplyDeleteand yes, you remembered that i don't like tuna fish. :) like so many other foods, i like the IDEA of tuna fish, but not the thing itself. oh, well. more for you!
don't even get me started on the damn time change. i feel like i get ROBBED every spring when they take my hour away. (but then i get it back later, so i guess it's cool. i GUESS.)