I’m a night person, I really am. (You may have already noticed that many of my blogs are posted during hours when all normal human beings are asleep.) If I’m behind on a manuscript . . . which lately has been, um, always . . . then it’s easy for me to stay up into the a.m. when I should be sleeping.
Lucky for me, my dear husband will get the kids up and ready for school. Well, sort of anyway. The last time I stayed up late, when I went to pick up my daughter from school she was wearing her gray stretchy pants with the black and cranberry design along with a lavendar striped sweater. And her hair wasn’t combed. Yeah, this is pretty much your basic white trash uniform.
I have told my husband upon these sorts of occassions, “Dear, if I should die, I want you to remarry. And let her dress the children.”
I really need to get to bed earlier.