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.