Jamie had to be on a plane to Memphis at 5:55am this morning. That meant she needed to be at the airport by 5am. This meant we had to leave the house around 4:20am. (hehe, 420)

So after the Blue Man show and doing the podcast last night, I decided to just stay up. I’m an all-night kind of guy anyway. So of course I doze off on the couch around 3am. An hour and a half later I’m in a car heading to the airport.

Cute side story – when me and the kids got back from dropping her off, I went to pull Little Man from the back seat and he said, “Aww, I was having a really good dream.” I reply with, “What was it about?” as I pick him up. He lays his head on my should and says matter of factly, “Cookies!” (that’ll make you melt)

So I get my daughter off to school and lay down on the couch with my little guy where I scored another 3 hours or so of sleep.

I felt ok, but by this evening we all crashed on the couch again. So I pop to alertness around 10pm to find the kids sleeping next to me. I put them to bed and now I’m sitting here wide awake but with a serious ‘out of it’ feeling. I mean, that was a solid 6 hours worth of sleep, but when borken up like that – it’s just dicking with me.

So for the next three days I have to be up bright and early – technically before the sun (so not me) which is a transition I hate making when Jamie is out of town, but on top of that I’m all screwed up after today. I feel foggy, I’m not tired one bit and I have to be up in 6 hours, but couldn’t sleep right now if you paid me.

I can only hope that once I do crash, I dream of cookies…