I’m a late night kinda girl with a chronic fatigue problem.  It’s a problem, for sure.  When I’m brimming with ideas and full of creativity, I can’t hold my head up or keep my eyes open.  As my dad would say, it’s hell getting old.  I don’t know that that’s my problem, but it can’t be helping!

Today was family day.  Not as in we spent the day doing family stuff together.  Rather, as in my mother in law came to visit with her 88 year old Aunt, and her aunt’s 88 year old friend, and her Aunt’s friend’s younger sister.  Phew!  They only showed up like 2 and 1/2 hours early, no big deal.  Cleaning the bathroom and showering before company arrives is completely over rated.  Later in the day, we made a trip to my step sister’s house for a birthday party for my nephew.  I showered for that, just in case you were worried about it.  The kids love seeing their cousins, and we all had a bit of fun.  We totally stayed late and kept all of the kids up past their bedtime.  They loved it.

Now, I’m attempting (and failing) to concentrate while my husband plays Beck on the Dobro in the kitchen, and my son plays Zeppelin on the Gibson in the family room.  The dining room just isn’t quite far enough away from either room.  I had all these ideas about 20 minutes ago about how this post was going to work out, and they are quickly flying out the bay window as my eyelids get heavier and heavier.  It is almost midnight, after all.  Have I ever mentioned that my husband used to sit on the side of the bed to play the guitar and sing me to sleep sometimes?  This isn’t quite the same thing, but it’s certainly having the same effect.

So long, Saturday!  Tomorrow morning we hit Ikea, first thing.  This should be interesting!