What Happened Last Night

Most people ask what happened last night when they spent a night partying; drinking or doing drugs, or whatever people do when they party. I wouldn't really know. It's not my lifestyle. I on the other hand, am asking this question today because I seriously went from perky and awake to dead tired in about two minutes around nine-thirty last night.

It went like this: Mr. Wonderful and I were sitting on the couch watching some of our favorite TV shows, and I got up and walked down the hall into the bedroom. I can't remember why I went in there. I'm not sure how long it was before my husband came in and found me - probably not too long. All I remember is walking into the bedroom and then waking up in a puddle of slime (where did that come from?) to the hubs jumping onto the bed beside me. He must have thought I was faking? He waited patiently for me to come to, then I apologized and a look of realization flashed across his face.

After struggling to stay awake for ten more minutes I asked him if it would be okay if I went to bed early and he nodded. He told me he couldn't sleep and came to bed three times before falling to sleep, but I didn't notice. And when the alarm went off for him to leave this morning, it took me another hour to wake up.

It was okay. I had a half day of work beginning at 11:30, so there was time to veg out for awhile.

Yet still, I am fatigued. Maybe I am getting sick. I certainly hope not.

This week has gone well so far. I have work every day except Thursday so far, and there's still time to snag a job! Thank Jesus for a good solid week of work right before Christmas (and after a massive blow to our bank account due to car repairs and Christmas shopping)! I'm so ready for the next week and a half to be over.

Blog #25, done! What is something you don't remember? Oh wait, you can't remember.