Purging my sins was apparently not what the Universe needed in order to let me get some shut eye.
I am dead tired at 9pm these days from lack of sleeping through the night – I want to sleep so badly but I force myself to stay up, past the witching hour of 9 o’clock PM, and be a cranky 2 year old.  If I go to sleep at 9pm I’ll be up by midnight with my body telling me “hey, thanks for the nap. let’s do some Yoga.”
I just need to make it til at least 11pm, at least.
So I do…..much to my boyfriends anguish–he is suffering through my bout of insomniatic lunacy as much as I am.  And what happens?
By 2am my eyes pop open and I’m thinking about if I should make dinner Friday night or just go out to eat.  Seriously, when my eyes open the thought of dinner is already inside my head; as if the thought of Friday night’s dinner is what woke me.  And now me and my chicken & asparagus thoughts are up and wandering the house.

Things to do at 2am when you cannot wake your boyfriend:
disinfecting the kitchen counter with Scrubbing Bubbles wipes
making a grocery shopping list for future dinner woes
eating leftover popcorn that you made at 9pm to keep yourself awake
folding laundry that has been in the dryer since Tuesday
cursing life
cleaning your jewelry
& last but not least, painting your toenails

Am I already making my transition into Senior Citizen mode?  I’m 29!! I’ve heard it all goes down hill by 30.  Is this it?