My man is home. I can finally (maybe?) sleep all night once again.
No more waking up one of the boys to have one come and be a warm body in my bed.
No more snuggling with them.
Or listening to them groan and make cute little noises in their sleep.
Drew slept with me the first night. Jonah did the next. And Graham and Noah said they wanted to stay in the playroom. So Drew got to sleep in my bed one more night.
He's my best sleep buddy. He stays in his spot, except maybe to inch his way a little closer to me.
I can stop jumping at all the little noises that happen in here at night. I can go to bed at a reasonably early (okay, nevermind about that since I'm reading a great book) hour and enjoy warming my cold feet on my hubby's warm legs. He loves it when I do that.
I am so happy he's home. We really missed him. I missed talking to someone late at night. And goofing off with someone over the age of immature boyishness. And last night, do you know what I did? Prepare yourself, peeps, this is a big one.
Are you ready?
I watched shows on TLC about prison. GASP. Just like we would do if he'd been here in the flesh. Which he wasn't.
The last one was called Cellblock 6: Women's Lockdown.
Has the world gone completely mad?
Usually I would have it on HGTV, or the family channel, or even Food Network.
But prison shows?
Including one that was called Pregnant and Behind Bars?
Shut your mouth.
I must be completely losing it. COMPLETELY.
So here I sit, typing out this blog post, and there Todd sits watching...
Duhn duhn duhn...
Police Women of Memphis.
Don't you wish you were me?
I tolerate it. And now you see why I read so much.
And about that, in case you're interested, the wonderful book I'm reading is The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. I refuse to watch the movie until I'm done with the book. And I like the book. The movie? Well, I've heard that's not so great.
Hey. They can't make 2 Nicholas Sparks books into movies and expect them to both be great. Like Dear John.
Insert happy sigh HERE.
Okay. Well, I've made myself want to go read now. So I'm gonna go do that. I'll probably write again tomorrow. After I've soaked in the sun for the second day in a row.
Ahhhhh. Bliss. Sheer and utter bliss.
And with a new friend, too. Well. Not a "new" one, but with a precious lady I've come to know and love in the past couple years. Her name is Carol and her grandkids are my kids' age. So we are going to hang out together in the pool at her house tomorrow.
Okay. That's all. G'night.