The Incorrigible Night Owl

1. Roll out of bed long enough to see that children are not being sent to preschool in pajama tops (has happened before) and to pull Madalyn’s hair up to keep it out of her face (otherwise will arrive at school bearing strong resemblance to Cousin Itt, as Robert has still not mastered the fine art of the rubber band).
2. Feed rabbit, guinea pig.
3. Fall back into bed, possibly with Toaster Strudel in hand, to watch Regis & Kelly, followed immediately by the Price is Right — all part of daily attempt at challenging intellect and increasing intelligence. (Note to self: not seeing improvement yet. Might consider adding All My Children to schedule and see if that helps.)
4. Doze.
5. Doze some more. 2:1 odds self will be jolted out of light slumber by ringing telephone and cursory check of caller i.d. will reveal it’s someone I don’t want to talk to. Will curse caller but be unable to nod off again.
6. Drag sorry butt out of bed. Do exercise tape. Sprain arm patting self on the back for accomplishing something. Take shower.
7. Go online. Catch up on email; message boards.
8. More lying around, this time on couch for change of scenery. Catch up on backed-up TiVo’ed shows.
9. Wait, semi-patiently, for doctor to call with thyroid test results. Hope that thyroid really is out of whack again. Otherwise, fatigue and cold-sensitivity mean either a) dying of dread disease or b) getting old and frail.
10. Check blog for comments and re-read this entry. Kick self for posting while exhausted and numb-brained. Vow to do better next time.