What is up with me today?

I've been in a mood all day. When I couldn't pull myself out of it by 10:30, I took a nap.

12:30, I woke up, ate some left over cashew chicken and worked on my novel. Okay, so I stared at my novel. For two hours.

Scott came downstairs for a break and saw me mostly asleep at my desk. The good man pushed me up the stairs and tucked me right back into bed.

I dragged myself out of bed at 4:30. Could have kept sleeping, but the guilt factor kicked in. Kids were home and I should have been taking care of them. Up I got, only to plop myself right back down at my desk and wonder what I should be doing.

Maybe I should learn to drink espresso. Straight up. Lots of it.

Now it's 10:22pm. You'd think after a nine hour sleep last night and four hours worth of napping that I'd be wired.

Nope. Not even close. I can't keep my eyes open, but I'm trying really hard to stay up until there's ZERO possibility of staying awake. Given that I just spent the past five minutes staring mindlessly at the tv, I think it's time to head upstairs.

Nighty-night. Maybe tomorrow I'll stay awake longer than an 18 month-old.