Feels like it's 18 o'clock

Wow, it's only 12:30? Feels like it's 18 o'clock because Tristyn went to bed at a normal baby time. I totally fell asleep with her - that is until The Husband woke me up with this:

"Hey? Want a McFlurry?"

No, I don't want an effing McFreakingFlurry, I want to sleeep...as evidenced by the fact that I accidentally fell asleep at 8 0freakin4pm. Why the EFF would you wake me up? Ugh.

"K, well I'm going to McDonald's"

Of course now I am fully awake after having taken an hour long nap so late in the evening. Unable to go back to sleep, so I actually had some time to myself while I ate the Oreo McFlurry I didn't ask for. Time. To. Myself. Just wanted to savor that last bit before I hit the hay. Working for my mother in law in the morning. Yes, I am nuts, but hey, she's paying me. Granted, it's in dog biscuits...but I can prolly sell them on eBay, no? Or etsy if I craft a fancy knitted holder/display case for 'em. What?