Afternoon naps...

never seem to make me feel better. Thomas' father used to get up at 3am and get home about 2pm. He'd hang his sun glasses up on the key hook, put away his lunch box and go up to take a nap. He couldn't function without it.

Napping makes me feel worse than I did before I fell asleep. Two nights ago I got 4 hours of sleep. Last night I tossed and turned. Today I had to wake up early to take Shawn to the doctor. I got home around 2pm and was exhausted. So...I told the boys to NOT wake me up and I crawled under the new covers/spread I just bought.

Well, after the phone waking me up once, Shawn coming in once, and Thomas coming in TWICE, I finally fell asleep. I got up at 5:30pm to eat some cereal and make a phone call, and now I feel worse than before.

I was going to Greg's to take care of puppies and take pictures but I called him to say I wasn't coming. I'm tired of driving anyway. He's 40 minutes away and since our relationship went south, I wasn't up to the trip.

It's now 6:47pm and no one has asked the daily question. "What's for Dinner?" Tonight it's whatever you can find. I just spent over $100 at the grocery store and if they can't find anything, tough. There's left overs in there too.

As I sit and type this, I hear music coming from Shawn's room. The Beach Boys. WTF is he thinking? Then Journey. Interesting combination. I don't know what the crap is he's playing now but if it keeps him out of trouble, I won't complain.