I vowed to myself earlier that tonight would be the time.

This time I would go to bed early. I’d force myself to stay awake all day — a true feat since I got a 10th wind last night and went to bed sometime after 3 — and then I’d be tired and in bed at a reasonable hour.

We can all see how well that worked out for me.

I know with this whole going to bed earlier business, it’s mostly just retraining myself. Along with starting earlier. If I’m being honest with myself, I spend the majority of my week sleep deprived. Not a good feeling.

But, see, I also enjoy staying up later. Always have. And then I vow, tomorrow will be the day so to hell with going to bed early tonight.

No point in beating myself up about it. It’s just sleep. I have yoga to get me through. Tons of great energizers.

Today was a wonderful Sunday. I even fit in a little pool lounging time. And finalized more wedding deets with both of our families. That was supposed to happen last night but TC decided house crashing was more important. Still feels a bit surreal that I am getting married.

Married, People! I’m about to have one of those things called a husband. Except I’ll never call The BF husband. He remains The BF. It already confuses the hell out of everyone.

They’ll say, wait, I thought you were getting married and now you have a new boyfriend? That’s right. I like to change my men up rather frequently.

The other day The BF said to me, let’s make a vision board for our first year of marriage so we’re clear on the things we want to do and see and create.

Smoking hot and vision boards, People. This is why we’re getting married.