Tonight I will attempt to go back to sleep in my own damn bedroom in my own bed. I have slept on the couch for weeks now. It started when my dad was coming to my house so early in the morning and I didn't want to wake Kevin up with the alarm clock so I slept downstairs and used my cell phone alarm. Then I realized how well that worked so I've stayed downstairs for the weekends, but kept forgetting to keep the bedroom door cracked during the week to go back in at night to sleep.
Tonight I remembered. I'm a little afraid because last night, at 4AM as I was sleeping on the couch, I heard him up there jumping up and down in his crib. He does this sometimes in the middle of the night and then goes back to sleep when he realizes it's not time to get up. If he does it while I'm in there, I'll have to grit my teeth and stay quiet until he stops. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it. It may drive me insane.
Update on the playoffs...yes, I still insist on updating you even though I know you don't give a rat's ass.
The PENS came back on Saturday night from a 3 goal deficit in the 3rd period to tie the game and send it into OT. We then won within 2 minutes! WooHOO!
We also won game #3 last night. So we're up 2 games to 1 in a best of 7 series. Next game is Wednesday night (work called me today to ask me to work 3-11 tomorrow night...I told them it's the playoffs. Can't do it, man.