So, Wednesday evening Mommy Dearest took us out for Kentucky Grilled Chicken. In case you are wondering, KGC is soooooo gooooooood. I tweeted about it.
I got a retweet from the colonel:
Whatever, this isn't about the delicious Kentucky Grilled Chicken that I can't stop thinking about.
It's about Evan. Or rather, what the lack of Evan has done for my sleeping.
If you follow me on twitter, you will remember that I tried unsuccessfully to wake Evan up from 12:45 until 4, when he finally got up. He made 2 sandwiches with the ground pork, beef, onions & garlic that I had made for spaghetti and then I set him walking to his Nana's house.
I wanted him to get up (and out) because I
So anyway, after he left, I thought I was going to spend the entire time on Spymaster.
I took a nap. Quite a long nap. Like from 5-10pm or something.
I missed all my usual shows. The Listener premiered, So you think you can dance was on, other stuff I watch. I slept so much that my DVR was crowded.
So when I woke up, I tried to watch stuff. I kept falling asleep.
I finally gave up @ 1am and went to sleep. I woke up at 9:45 or so this morning.
My back hurts.
I deduced that I sleep much better without Evan constantly making noises, cooking in the microwave, dropping shit, breaking the computer desk, standing right beside me to "see if I'm asleep", whispering to ask me if I'm asleep, flicking me with water after he (thankfully) washes his hands, etc.
He's the reason for my xanax prescription, the reason for my stress, and therefore, my reason for insomnia.
Not that I don't love him and shit.
But I need the break that school provides.
OMG. I'm not going to call him or MD. Even though we have to do the laundry. I don't care. I'm going to see how long she keeps him.
*fingers crossed that I don't hear from them until at least Monday*
Now playing: Chuck Brown - Bustin' Loose