Sunday, June 24, 2007

No lullabies; no teddy bear; no final drink of water ... so how can I be sleeping like a baby?

You know, I keep thinking I should write something interesting about Paris. Or the fundraiser I just chaired on Friday night (which was very successful and, I believe, broke the record for funds raised) but unfortunately, either I've become 85 years old or 8.5 years old, because I am

so
amazingly
tired

every night about this time. I can't do it.

I think I still have jet lag. Even though I've been home for almost a week. Because it's 9:30. My kids are still up. That Stud Muffin I Married is still up. I am the night owl of the family, and all I want to do is go to bed.

That's it. I give up. I'm a lame-o. I'm going to bed.

4 comments:

  1. Sweet dreams, La Belle Rouge!

    (or something like that - HS French is a thousand years away...!)

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  2. You been busy. Berry, berry busy.

    Enough to tire out ten lesser-than-Poppies.

    Get some good sleep!

    (And tell us about the stupendously successful fundraiser soon... wanting to hear how well all your hard work paid off!)

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  3. Um, why don't you blog during the day?

    -J.

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