I'm usually in bed by eleven when I have to work the next morning. Sometimes even earlier. Tonight, though, I'm pretty sure I'll have to force myself to go to bed "on time". A week's worth of late nights and leisurely mornings makes for a rough transition into the working world again. So, as I sit here propped up against the headboard of my bed, the puppy sleeping beside me, I figure I'll be lucky to fall asleep before eleven.
This leaves me with a little more than four hours of vacation left.
I plan on making the most of the time. The boys are popping popcorn and putting in one of the movies their Aunt Ronnie gave them for Christmas. We're going to snuggle on the couch under the blanket my mother-in-law made for me and watch a bunch of crazy hamsters try to save the world. At least, that's my understanding of G-Force.
After that it'll be bedtime for bonzos. Not sure if the hubby will want to watch football or if there'll be something we can watch together. Either option will be fine with me because I've just started reading The Time Traveler's Wife, which I find very engaging so far.
Oh, I think I just heard the last kernel pop. Time to go spend a few hours with my boys, all three of them!