I’m so freakin’ tired.  Exhausted.  Etc.  (I’m too tired to think of any more synonyms for tired.  Feel free to just fill in the blank)…

But I can’t got to bed.

No, there are no monsters under my bed.
And yes, the Little Man is fast asleep in his.


The Big Man?  Is not fast asleep in his bed.

And no, he’s not on the couch either.  (As if. Please, if we ever fight, I’ll be the one to end up on the couch. YOU try kicking a Giant out of his bed.)

Nope, the Big Man is not even in the same state as this Domesticated Gal tonight.  Or tomorrow night.  Or any night for the next two weeks.

He is, in fact, on an extended business trip!  And yes, the ! is for GLEE!!!  (Which, btw, I JUST watched, and LOVED…little late hopping on the bandwagon, I know, I know.)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to miss him terribly.  We did the long distance thing for 4 YEARS before we got married.  So I am familiar with the concept of missing him just a tad.


It’s just 2 weeks.  Not FOUR YEARS.  So I?  Am TOTALLY cool with it.

In fact, I feel like a kid whose mother has left them with the babysitter they thought was responsible because the dishes were always done when they got back, but who really spent the entire time on the phone while we found creative uses for ice cream and glitter in the living room…

Mostly because it is 1030pm, and I? AM STILL UP!


Yes, I know I will pay for this dearly in the morning.  Especially if I use the Little Man’s nap time to exercise as planned (HAH – anyone want to take that bet?).

But I just can’t help myself.

The Big Man, whose job starts anywhere between 6am-9am every morning, goes to bed at 10pm every night.  Every.  Night.  So I?  Go to bed at 10pm.  Every.  Night.

Which doesn’t sound horrendous, I know.  But I am, by nature, a night owl.  10pm is about when my creative juices start flowing.  Do you know how many MORE posts I write in my head each night as I lay there trying to go to sleep before the Little Man wakes up for his next feeding?  I AM GENIUS.  If only I could write in the dark, ya’ll would know.  GENIUS, I tell you!

(Also?  Apparently a bit more narcissistic as the night wears on…)

Before living with the Big Man, I purposely held jobs that did not require me to be at work until 10am.  At the earliest.  Sure, often times I didn’t get home until 1am.  But that?  Was totally fine with me.

(My slight addiction to Diet Coke and belief that anytime was a good time to down one may have also contributed to my nocturnal tendencies.)

Going to bed before midnight?  Was considered an early night.

Not that I was out hitting the bars, or, well, bars.

Unless by hitting the bars, you mean reading.  Or watching BRAVO reruns.  Or reading.

If so?  Then I was TOTALLY hitting the bars.

I was the gal everyone who was out (actually) hitting the bars knew they could call to share their latest whiskey-assisted revelations.  Because I?  Would absolutely be up.


I’m the gal everyone knows they can call at 12:00.  PM.
Because I?  Will absolutely be up.

Unless its nap time.


Poppy July 9, 2010 at 1:52 pm

I love when my husband goes out of town almost as much as I did as a teenager when my parents went out of town. I have to pretend like I'm going to miss him. I put the kids to bed an hour early and have a threesome with Ben & Jerry.

Nicole Carpenter June 30, 2010 at 4:37 am

My hubby has to wake up at 4:30 am every morning (gasp), and so he's in bed around nine. For some reason, the night is the most exciting part of my day because I get 'me-time'. I tend to use the few extra hours watching tv and/or reading. Luckily, my hubby can sleep through ANYTHING, so I do these things in bed while he sleeps:)

Enjoy your time… xoxo

Bahnie June 29, 2010 at 7:33 pm

In terms of the bedtime thing my husband is exactly the same way! As soon as the kid is down, he's ready to go to bed. I usually want to take that time to finish some things up or just read a book. But luckily my other half lets me keep my lamp on and do whatever on my side of the bed. He just wants me in the room with him. He's as bad as a kid sometimes! 😉

Domesticated Gal June 29, 2010 at 10:54 am

Well, we're just at the beginning of the 2 weeks….so we'll see how chipper I am at the end. Also? This is just the first of THREE such trips this summer. I guarantee by the end of the summer I will develop a nervous tick every time the Big Man even so much as leaves the room!

Lissa June 29, 2010 at 10:50 am

My partner and I were in a long-distance relationship for three years before I came to live with him, and now every time he goes to work I get separation anxiety. I don't know how you do it. You're incredible.

momo4735 June 29, 2010 at 7:31 am

I remember the days when we drank diet cokes like they were water…I also remember the days when when caffeine kept me up as long as I wanted it too, not the other way around!

Michele June 29, 2010 at 2:47 am

Two weeks, I don't know how you do it. My husband just left for five days and I was SO ready for him to be home. I'm with you on the late nights (in my former life). I forget what it was like sometimes, seeing that a glass of wine will help put me to sleep by 10pm. Oh, the joys of motherhood.

Stopping by from the A-List Affair.

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