In happier home news: Nu had invited a friend over for a sleepover this evening. Yet this isn't about them. Nu and their friend claimed the rumpus room and puppies, so Big A and I decamped to the guest room--which has a huge TV unlike our bedroom--with our pizza and pop to hang out.
And then we kept calling it our "own sleepover."
Although, you know, we're married and all. We took turns checking on the comfort and safety of the original sleepover kids, watched two whole movies, did some puzzles, and then finally went to sleep (in our regular bedroom) around 2 am. We really miss each other when he's off at work.
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That sounds fun, except the staying up until 2 a.m. part. I'm much happier going to bed early.
How very sad about Paul Farmer. 62 seems so young now. Maybe it's because my husband is turning 57 this year, and that's not far off.
Your sleepover sounds really nice! I mean, I would have been in a coma hours before that, but it sounds fun and cozy.
Steph--I wish we had healthier sleep schedules too!
At this point, both of us have very disordered sleep schedules. My spouse works nights, and doesn't really transition to a daytime schedule easily. So between my anxiety when he's away, and texting while he's at work, and not seeming to need much sleep these days (four hours seems to work for me)--we're living on the edge.
Nicole--I was shocked at how young PF was as well. I didn't think people died in their sleep at 62, somehow.
Haha, yes. Between you and Steph I can see this is a problem and I have very bad sleep hygiene!
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