Husband is at a Bull's game in Chicago. I've been bored. He's been gone since 11am, despite the fact that the game didn't start till 8:30pm and it's only a 2 hour drive. Their first stop in Chicago? An arcade place. *shakes head* I married an eight year old. I spent the day with my mom. We picked up the car seat and went to dinner. Since then I've been hanging around the house. I should've used the time wisely and cleaned or something to that effect but I just didn't feel like it.
I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. (probably not helping my lack of motivation) When the heartburn finally subsided enough to lie down, it was early morning. It wasn't long after that, that Jasmine woke up. Hopefully I'll have an easier time sleeping tonight. If I fall asleep before husband gets home, I at least won't have to listen to his snoring. There's nothing more dangerous than for you to start snoring when I can't sleep. Every single breath you are to make after that point is like a razor blade to my nerves. He got kicked quite a few times last night. Didn't make a difference, the man sleeps like the dead. You there, hush or face bodily injury. ;)
3 years ago