Night Owl

I've been trying to get my night owl body used to going to bed at a decent time.

It's not going so well.

When you've been blessed with an "up and at 'em" kind of kid (like, 5:30 am up and at 'em), night owl tendencies don't really jive well with that. So, as a result, I end up drinking way more caffeine than I should just to make it through the morning. :)

And tonight, we set up the Christmas tree and headed to bed. My early bird hubby was out like a light...if I was ok with going to bed at 9 pm he'd be a happy camper. Me, on the other hand? I sat there tossing and turning and not getting a wink of sleep.

So, here I sit.

Knowing full well I should be in bed so that I can keep up with a very active LBB tomorrow, but unable to even will myself to sleep. I was too cold. I was too hot. My blankets were twisted. Dear Sweet Hubby was hogging the blankets. I had too much blanket by my face. The pillow is flat. Yadda, yadda, yadda. :)

I tried praying, and that didn't even relax me.

Here I sit, then, hoping that if I spend a significant amount of time playing around on the internet (and let's face it, looking at house stuff...I'm obsessed), I'll hopefully fall asleep.

Wish me luck, friends. :)