I went to bed really early Wednesday -- I had taken some analgesic for my back and was just dead tired. So when Connor wiggled between me and Charles at 2:50 a.m., I just got up -- I'd had almost 7 hrs sleep... and thought I'd have some quiet time on the computer. (Charles reformatted his Tuesday and we hosed something and now can't get it to do ANYTHING)
So here I am blissfully eating potato chips, drinking diet coke, reading blogs at 3:20 am, and here comes my husband... is it too much to ask that when you get up for some quiet time in the middle of the night that you get left alone? Can we say co-dependent??!!