This is what happens when I stay up till 3:30 in the morning:
I wake up. Feel like ass. I want to go back to bed till the afternoon, but tell myself, Self! Self, wake up. If you wake up now you will go to bed early tonight. Plus Self, if you wake up now, you can go have a high calorie breakfast with a biscuit and lots of butter and then go to Ikea to finally get curtains for your bedroom so you’re not flashing the neighbors.
I get up. It was the motivation of breakfast and buttery biscuits. I wake Brother up. We meet TC for breakfast where he is unusually and quite alarmingly positive.
I’m thrilled that by 10:30 I’m actually up and have eaten breakfast. In real clothes. Hot damn. This could be a Saturday first.
Proceed to Ikea with TC for curtains {hotter damn}, feeling very productive. So much happening all before noon! Ikea is huge bust because for some insane reason{why Ikea, why?} all of their curtains are 98 ridiculously long inches. Don’t really need 8 feet worth of curtains.
Somehow still end up buying $60 worth of stuff that I probably don’t need. Wait. Not true, I take it back. I do need a cheese grater.
Return from Ikea and am going to take Murph out when I think I need I need five Girl Scout Treffoils. Five because that’s what it says a serving is on the box. And well, hot hotter damn, if it isn’t a good idea to eat one serving of Girl Scout cookies.
Immediately nap after this, despite my best efforts to put Murphy’s pack and lead on. Because, who doesn’t feel all crazy out of whack, in a haze, going to bed at 3:30 and waking up at 9 and then having Girl Scout Cookies for lunch?
Tell myself, Self, you will only nap for 20 minutes. Takes me half a second to fall asleep. Twenty minutes later, I set my alarm for an hour. What the hell was I on? 20 mins! Ha. That was never going to happen.
Wake up. Walk Murph. Yoga. And People, I have no idea why I’m giving you a break down of my day, I just am. Despite it even boring myself.
Had dinner with TC and Brother. Talk TC in to letting me take three Pyrex containers full of food home {holla for some home cooked meals!}. Drive by Gpa’s on my way home.
Still don’t like that GD sign.
Circle around two more times. Trying to like the sign … make my peace with it, I really am … but … I leave it at : f you, as I give my final drive by and feel semi stalkerish.
But wait. Can you be a stalker if no one is technically living in a house? That doesn’t count, right? It will only count once new people move in, which um … yeah, best get the stalker out of me now.
Come home and clean the kitchen and living room floors. Like, straight up on my hands and knees scrubbing. Because that’s the only way I’ll think they’re truly clean. Run vacuum. Feel like total Betty.
This running a household thing? Kicking its ass. The BF will be so proud when he returns home tomorrow. Finally! My hot Rio returns.
Brother arrives at 9:30, mid scrub. And now, it’s 2:30. See! I was just telling you about the whole weirdness with time when we’re together.
People. How the hell is it 2:30? When Brother and I, at 10:45 were saying how we were going to meditate and go to bed early. We’re so tired.
What happened to the tired? I want to know! Tired, please come back. I’m ready and waiting for you.
More conversations. More laughter and ideas and just the general awesomeness of Brother and I being together. I am so thankful for him.
I can’t think of anyone I can’t hang out this long with and still want to do it all over again the next day.
We’ve had the most gorgeous fire going these past few hours. It feels so luxurious to relax in front of a fire. To stare at those dancing flames.
It’s very calming, a meditation in its own right.
I’m so thrilled that today The BF will be back home to me. It feels far too long he has been gone and I have so missed him. While the missing has been a wonderful reminder, it’s reminder enough. No more of those needed!
I keep picturing the moment he walks in and picks me up and swings me around and kisses me. My heart flutters just thinking about it.
Heart flutters. Good stuff.