I landed in Puerto Rico last night for our week long event.  As with every travel trip – I unpack, put my bags away and try and settle in for the week. 
And when we aren’t working – we’re sleeping. 
And because I’m a creature of habit, this is what my bed looks like all week. 
I could spread out.  I could sleep in the middle.  But I don’t.  I sleep on my side like a robot. 

It’s 10:38pm.  I have to wake up and go to work in about a minute.  I should be tucked in and sleeping, deep in my REM cycle.  But I’m wide awake, going into the rabbit hole known as Instagram.  It’s evil.  It’s wonderful.  It compares only to the black hole of time known as Pinterest. 
Lately I’m knee deep in NatGeo on Instagram.  You know those annoying magazines that were all over your elementary school library?  Turns out – it was full of the coolest stuff ever, photographed by even cooler people.  Who knew? 
Here’s a blue whale in Hawaii with a local diver, the Grand Tetons in their glory, a stare down by a young bear on the Denali mountains, a sea walrus tribe waiting for a baby to be born, a turtle in French Polynesia and an original point of view of the Pope.  Take that People Magazine! 
Ok.  I need to go to bed.  Right after I look at 1,000 more photos.  All photo cred goes to the gods at Nat Geo. 

Is that not the funniest thing you’ve ever heard?  I was whining to my boss about going to a concert on a work night (Tom Petty!).  Complaining about losing a few hours of sleep.  Ignoring the fact that I’m still young and it shouldn’t kill me to do spontaneous things.  This is what she said to me.  You’ll sleep when you’re dead.  Genius.  She said it’s what her mother says to her sometimes.  This is my new motto!  No more pajamas at 7!  No more 12 hour sleep cycles!  I’m going to live life! 
But then she also said another phrase I love,home is where the pants aren’t.  Indeed.  I think I like that better.  Good night! 

Look who’s sitting in the front seat (EVERYONE sits in the front seat now). 
Look who’s finished with 3rd grade. 
Look who the teacher said she’d miss the most. 
Look who’s looking forward to no more piano lessons until August. 
Look who told me he no longer needs blue blankie (aka yangster) to sleep at night. 
Look who gets bummed when his sister isn’t around. 
Look who makes me happy, cranky, giddy, angry, sad, and joyful all at the same time. 
Look who is 10 feet tall all of a sudden. 
Excuse me while I go cry in a corner. 

This is the view from my bed at sunrise this morning (over share?)  It was more like a muggy rainrise. 
Can’t we all just take a pass on today?  We’ll pick it up tomorrow.  Really. 
What can possibly be so important that I have to get out of bed today?? 
Besides my job.  And my kids.  But they have my husband.  They’ll be fine.  Come on, all the cool kids are doing it.  We should too. 
No?  Crap.  Ok, I’ll get up.  But we coulda done it.  No one would have been the wiser.  I bet all the really important people got out of bed – so we’re covered.  Today is our only chance – tomorrow the sun will be out and we will feel compelled to be a part of society. 
Still no? 
Come on!  Be crazy with me!! 
No?  Fine. 
You suck. 

Here are the 3 things on my television set that keep me from getting the 12 hours of sleep I need at night. 

I know everyone’s been talking about this show.  BUT it’s just so freaking good.  I won’t reveal the juicy, devastating details of this season but I’m telling you – it’s epic.  Thank you Masterpiece Theater – I haven’t been this happy since the Colin Firth edition of Pride and Prejudice. 

Let’s just say that I was the one person still watching 30 Rock and memorizing funny lines when I heard it was ending this week.  This show is the perfect replacement.  Mindy is my new Liz Lemon.  She gets bonus points for being Indian.  Even if you’re not Indian, or don’t know any Indians, or thought she was actually Dominican or something, you’ll love this show.  LOL people.  LOL. 

I know.  This show is on MTV.  The channel that brought us The Jersey Shore, Teen Mom and other signals of the Armageddon.  But I saw the movie a few years back and I didn’t hate it.  I thought it was kind of sad.  People online pretending to be other people.  They sometimes have long, sordid relationships where the other person thinks they are the boy/girl of their dreams and…not so much.  Mary the cheerleader turns out to be Mike the 50 year old living in the basement.  Sad and Dysfunctional.  You take that combo, throw in a big reveal at the end of each episode, and I’m in!  Laugh if you will, but as everyone was shaking their head in disbelief over Manti te’o, I just thought to myself,” another victim of a catfish.”  See.  It’s actually educational. 

p.s.  the margins on this post aren’t cooperating.  I would spend time fixing them but my kids aren’t cooperating either and I’ve chosen to fix them instead. 

Last night was the worst night of sleep ever…how many times can I say the word night.  Here’s how it went – last night:

11:45pm – went to bed after watching the Olympics (go Phelps, Franklin, and the American Gymnastics team!!) 

2:30am – woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across…haha.. Apologies to the Beatles.  No.  Woke up, had some water, checked my messages – realized no one I know writes me after 10pm.  Went back to bed. 

4:45am – jerked awake from some sort of falling dream.  What does it all mean?  I’m nervous?  I’m afraid?  Or was it the tomato sauce at dinner?  Went to the bathroom – my husband grumbled and asked if I was OK, then promptly fell asleep – I tried to talk to him and he put his head under the covers.  I had important stuff to say. 

5:35am – his alarm goes off – it sounds like a fog horn by my face.  I grumble because it feels like an hour before he leisurely turns it off.  I am convinced he hates me. 

5:46am – he walks around like an elephant, stomping in and out of the room, slamming drawers, clearing his throat and putting on his socks – loudly. ( I think he would have a different story but it’s my blog).