Football, two birthday parties, one grocery shopping, three meals, a quick stop with Steven and a 6 mile run at 5am.
All on 5 hour's sleep.
I need a good night's sleep.
Today I belong to Adam and Eve and I sleep and snuggle for a few precious moments at noon.
Maybe I should get a job. Then I could tell people I'm too busy to be helpful.
5 comments:
Oh sure like you could just extricate yourself from Dean's life now. I know what you mean, though. I'm working on saying "no" more. Hope you get a little r & r today.
K.
But--you have a job--the hardest, most important one there is...
my goodness... i couldn't imagine punching numbers in my phone to order take out, much less do all that, on five hours of sleep...
Just wanted to say that I'm really enjoying your blog!
Ken, I'm not leaving Dean, I'm giving others an opportunity to rise to the occasion. Heidi the angry lesbian has been passed the baton although she finds it difficult to be angry about anything that doesn't somehow wind back to her childhood. Whatever, I promised her some painkillers and a lunch, she'll do it.
Contraption... you have just noted reason #752 that children require two parents in the home. Yesterday was exhausting but 6 miles of running included the stairs in Santa Monica and my ass is beginning to look as it should again. (It' probably helped my heart, lungs and psyche too but really... I really want to look good)
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