I'm just sapped... worn out... exhausted. Sleep doesn't seem to help -- at least not getting two hours at a time interrupted by Godzilla stomping down the hall to the bathroom. What does he have on the bottom of those bedroom slippers anyway? And who, in God's name, gets up at 4:15 in the morning when they don't have to be at work til 8:30? Seriously, WHO?
I just want to run away to a desserted island and lounge on the beach for a month -- uninterrupted, save for the chiseled boy toy who delivers exotic drinks to me every hour on the hour... and hand feeds me grapes and mangos... yeah... that's the ticket.
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I really wish you could find that cabana boy to give you are break after this quarter.
(can you try some foam block slippers? I thought Ali was getting his own apt thing in your house - not over top you.)
He has a man-cave over the garage... but we still (attempt) to sleep in the same bedroom. King-size beds are like a freakin' football field. You can flip and flop and never even TOUCH the other person! LOL We finally managed a whole night of sleep last night. We're still knee-deep in boxes and now he says he's not moving into his office until next week, even though it's finished, save a few small touch-ups! Oy ve!
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