Brock and I did some Christmas shopping today. We had it all done before noon. We’re having a ‘skinny’ holiday this year, and not really buying for everyone. We still have wedding debt, and baby on the way troubles.
There is NO way a baby seat is going to fit in the back of the mini, so now we’re thinking about having to buy a new car too.
It’s just after midnight, and I’m wide awake. I went to bed around 8:30, and Brock stayed up. We both know that’s a recipe for disaster, because he usually stays up late enough to wake me up again. He comes to bed, and all of a sudden I’m wide awake and pissed off. So here I am.
It would be nice to fall back asleep. I’m going to go curl up in bed again. Maybe he’ll wake up, and at least I wont be awake AND alone. How selfish of me.