Friday morning I woke up at 4:30 a.m. in order to be in Rogers by 6:45. Getting up at the crack of dawn... wait a minute... crack of dawn would infer that the sun was up. It wasn't. It didn't make an appearance until well after my meeting started. But I digress.
So last night, after driving to Rogers then Fort Smith for meetings on Friday and getting up yesterday to go to the baby shower, then driving to Midland to get the boys, then driving back to Siloam, I was exhausted. I wanted to go to bed at 7 p.m., and the exciting Razorback game only added to my need to crawl into bed for a good night's sleep.
I finally got into bed around 9 p.m., and the boys continued to play Halo. Chance came to bed sometime after 5 a.m. So I'm guessing the three of them will be asleep for quite a while. Boy, this spending time together is really working out well. We're totally on different sleeping schedules.
Oh, and when Chance came to bed, he turned on his Nintendo DS. I said, "Um, I think you've had enough gaming for awhile. Go to sleep." I just don't get it. How can something be so addictive? There's not anything I want to do 'til 5 a.m. except sleep. Which is hard when you're bunking with a kid who has heat-seeking missile capabilities and leaves you with 6 inches of bed; you can switch sides, but he somehow knows that and burrows the other way.
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