Paparazzi

Last night was one of the more terrible nights of sleep I've had in my life. And it wasn't even Jonah's fault!
One of my aunts who blogs (check it, love it blueandshoe.blogspot.com ) came up with an ingenious name for what was keeping me up: "thought paparazzi." You know, those times when you're trying to go to sleep and suddenly there are hoards of flashing thoughts surrounding you that you just can't get away from--keeping you up until unreasonable hours of the night morning...

"Hey, you forgot to call grandma back!"
"You need a new mattress." (resist urge to jump out of bed for a Google search)
"Did you take the garbage out, or is it just sitting on the floor rotting up your kitchen?"
"What is the a/c set to?"
"How are you going to get rid of the tens of thousands of box elder bugs that keep finding their way inside?"
"When are you going to finish converting the home videos?"
"You used to be the biggest brat."
"Maybe you still are a brat, and just don't know it?"
"What's up with the lack of close and personal relationships in your family?"
"You're probably the cause of that."
"Let's hope your kids don't get that from you."


and on and on and on and on...
until four in the a.m.


And this morning, Jones woke up at 6:30.

Which should explain why it's taken me nearly two hours to come up with this superb and insightful blog post.

Brother, I need a nap. bad.