Why Am I Awake?

It's 3 something in the morning, and I am UP!
I hate these days.
I think it's karma.
You can't have an awesome Memorial Day weekend, and then just expect to SLEEP, can you?
Not this girl.

I love my house. It is a place where people just show up and linger, and that is exactly what I love about it. It's what I always wanted, even before I knew it. A place where everyone is welcome and comfortable.

This weekend, we had a couple good friends just show up and linger, so we made it a party. Pulled out the slip n slide for the kids, invited a few more, and fired up the grill. Amazing how steaks for 6 can now feed ten. I swear it's like the loaves and fishes, but with beer. Lots of beer.

So this weekend ROCKED! And the boys made the new deck, which means I no longer contemplate the regrets of my life every time I use the steps on the deck.

This week should rock too. A week full of celebration, shows, and a weekend that should come quickly.

No way, baby.

Take the kids to their gymnastics show, after prying them out of the house. Show goes well, dad is golfing, but it's all good. Show ends and am taking kids to celebratory pizza dinner when a headache and nausea hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks.

Shit.

Make it through dinner. The crab dip with fries was probably not the best choice. It was not fun coming back up as SOON as I got through the door.

See? Karma.
And now I am UP!.
Awesome.