I Really Do Need 8!

My hubby is forever amazed that I could continually need 8 hours of sleep, every night. I think I finally proved to him it is much nicer for everyone when I do!

We went to the Bronco's game last night. Had a blast, especially since the Bronco's creamed the Chiefs! Got home late, almost 11:30. The hubby turned on the TV in our bedroom, asked me to leave it on, that he'd be right in, then went to the basement to check on his fantasy football team. Chester decided it was time to play. Evidently the kids ignored him the entire night. I got ready for bed, put the dog in bed and he promptly jumped off and continued to run thru the house barking. I laid in bed, listening to the TV. It was bothering me.....the dog was bothering me. I felt something in my eye....the same eye a rather large bug (seemed like it anyway) dive bombed at the game. I couldn't find anything in my eye, but it was all red. The dog is still acting crazy. I finally decide to turn off all the lights in the house, put the dog back in bed and turned off the TV. Of course the hubby comes up to bed shortly after that. I'm ready to kill the dog....I threaten the hubby with his life if he turns off the TV. He actually still tells me he loves me before saying goodnight. It's 12:30. Grrrrrr! The dog finally wants up on the bed. He has to practically dig a hole in the comforter before laying down. I'm still mad. I think it was almost 1:00 a.m. when I fell asleep.

Fast forward to 6:00 a.m. when my alarm goes off. The hubby is in the shower, no sense in me getting up yet. I finally haul my tired butt outta bed about 6:40, my eye is all red and puffy, it still feels like something is in it. I put all 3 of the dogs out and go take a shower. At 7:05, I realize the 13 yr old isn't up. She has the nerve to yell at me because she's not up! I tell her she has an alarm clock above her head. I finish getting ready for work. I'm nice and get Late Girl's volleyball stuff together. I pop a breakfast pocket in the microwave for her. When she comes down finally, she asks me where her crocks are. They are on the love seat, and she's appalled that I give her a dirty look while pointing them out to her. We finally leave, and she throws my brand new purse on the floor of the Durango, because "you know it bothers me when you leave it up on the counsel and it tips over on me". Whatever. We're stopped by the train, we get behind a slow driver, we have to wait for several other late kids' parents to pull into the MS before I can pull it. People are stupid and pull out in front of me. I'm grumbling. Late Girl gets out and barely says goodbye. I need to stop at the bank....I turn down the alley to get to the drive up and there sits a garbage truck, in the middle of the alley. Grrrrr, I have to back up and go the other direction. I finally make it to work. We have a really rude lady today.....then my boss shows up at the next meeting. I am thankful when I get home (after running errands) that no kids are home. I take an hour long nap. I'm better. Tonight I'm going to bed before 10:00. I'm sure it'll be a long time before I attend a Monday night football game again!