I am too tired to be thoughtful. I got home at 3:15 am and after showering and nursing Baby A, who woke up when I came in, I got to bed at 4:15 am. I got to “sleep in” till 7am. Naptime is looming like an oasis in the desert. I am not complaining just explaining. I’d rather this night life than corporate American sucking at my soul.

Let me tell you about something totally irrelevant. I have a drunk named Reuben who comes in my bar. He is Mexican and speaks very broken English and as he gets drunk he is harder and harder to understand. He always tries to get me to drink with him, which I don’t but I am nice to him. He usually comes in when I am getting caffeinated up to keep moving all night. I usually have one, possibly two Red Bulls and that’s it. I drink them early enough that I can get to bed when I get home. This guy has started to bring me Red Bulls to the bar. He must think I drink them like he drinks beer because he has started bringing them 4 or 5 at a time!!!!! When I am at home I never drink the stuff. My fridge at home is slowly getting taken over by little energy packs of Red Bull. My husband opens the fridge and has started to say so “Red Bull Reuben” was in again. I feel bad to tell him to stop. I think he likes me, along with the 10 bucks in Red Bull he tends to tip well too. Anyone need some caffine??