I'm an old woman.

That's right.
Don't let my mere 22 years of age fool you.
After looking at recipes, cooking a mediocre pot of chicken taco soup, wasting valuable brain cells trying to entertain Corban with some 'kids music videos' from PBSkids.com, we put our son to bed, and I snuggled up on the oversized-chair-with-ottoman to read a book while Jordan played some college football game on the ps2 (i think that's the game system we have). And before 9 p.m. rolled around, I was sound asleep. My loving husband threw a pillow at me and said something along the lines of "Hey poop brain, it's 1 o'clock, let's go to bed..." and I jerked awake, in disbelief that it was 1 already. My disbelief was correct- it was only 11, but I fumbled up the stairs, crawled into bed and woke with Jordan's alarm this morning at 7. I don't know what my deal was- I didn't even realize I was so tired, until my apparantely not so exciting book lulled me to sleep.
It could've been my really active day that wore me out. You know, supervising my one year old run around on mulch, watching him throw a ball on the basketball court... sitting at women's Bible study, eating lunch with friends, bouncing from Target to Target searching for that so-hot deal of Canon Rebel clearanced 75% off... to no avail, coming home, sulking in deep depression. It was a hard day. No wonder I was so tired. It was probably all of that housework that didn't get done, or the exercise that didn't happen that did me in. That's it, surely. Perhaps it was my evening of not watching Corban, as he wanted nothing to do with his Mama, only wanted Daddy. I didn't as much as change a diaper after 5p.m. Jordan took over. So you see, it's no wonder I was tired. Most responsibility was neglected or handed over, the lack of physical exertion did me in.
After 11 hours of sleep and a gas station (sorry, Grace) coffee, I'm feeling pretty good this morning. Definitely ready to tackle my busy day... of a play date, a trip to the mall to get a birthday present for my now 13 year old brother JD (daDaa as Corban calls him, as he carries his picture around the house all day), and then some quick cleaning and packing before yet another trip to Cville. We'll be in Cville until Saturday night, and then we have church Sunday, some metal concert in Fort Wayne (that I'm still trying to find a way to weasel out of.. haha), and then Monday it's off to the Pastor's Conference, and Thursday to Pennsylvania! Yesssss... I love this week!!
Anyway, my dryer just buzzed and my son is napping. That means my clothes will be folded prior to wrinkles forming. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm off to a good start...