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You know the crazy head bobbing you do in the passenger seat in the way home from being out late somewhere? The kind of tired that you just can't keep from yourself. Where your mouth hangs open & you even throw in some incoherent conversation when spoken to. The eyes are so weighed down, you can only manage to open one at a time, and your mind registers little snippets of information that morph straight into dreams. It's the same way when you fall asleep cuddled up on the couch watching a movie and you're crazy hot and uncomfortable in your clothes. The your husband wakes you up and it takes an eternity to move yourself from couch to sitting position to feet on the floor to actually up and attempting to walk to bed with your eyes closed. Sleeping all the while at each little milestone reached. And it's 2 a.m. and somebody's got to turn off the lights and the blaring t.v. Please don't let it be me. And you're just dying for a drink.

That was me tonight.

And when I got my drink, I glanced at the clock on the stove.

10:17 p.m.

REALLY?

We don't even go to bed at that time on a regular night.

And this is Friday night on a holiday weekend.

And I didn't go Black Friday shopping.

On a night when our children are gone, sleeping over at grandma's.

What the lame?