(photo of me borrowed from Kitty....I love that the pillow is hiding what most likely was a stream of drool hanging from my mouth.)
I found, on my two week staycation, that sleep didn't come to me so easily. I mean yes, blogging, reading Harry Potter, eating cheese quesadillas, driving to the gas station for a fountain drink, watching Matilda chase squirrels, catching up on Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations and sunbathing are all very tiresome things. But there is something to be said about an honest days work.
It's been so nice to actually feel tired when Stone and I go to bed.
And yes, Stone and I go to bed together....every night. If he is staying up late to watch a game, I 'take a nap' on the couch next to him until he is ready to go up to bed. I don't know why we do this, but I think it is sweet.
(possible reason why we do this: I am chicken little and don't like to go upstairs by myself at night? Maybe.....but I'm sticking with the 'it's because we are still smitten newlyweds' story)
Sweet dreams my lovelies.