Zzzz

I'm tired and overworked.

Yesterday I made a cake for a little boy. His father is hubby's best friend since college and he and the wife are getting divorced. The guy's Mom is in town and she's a very sweet lady. The little boy didn't have a birthday party last month, so I offered to have cake at our house. We had a nice cookout (steaks, potato salad, etc). Then we had cake & ice cream.

So, after they left, T was watching a Spongebob marathon. I laid on the couch and remember looking at the clock. It was 4pm. I fell asleep, and woke up thinking I had a little 10-minute nap. It was 6:30pm! Thank God T is independent and our house is alarmed.

Now it's Sunday morning and I'm working.