The Zombie Princess

I suppose when one has had a particularly challenging week, one should expect it to end the same way right? So why am I surprised that I'm sitting in bed, writing this blog post trying to keep myself awake for just a few more hours in order to be a well rested hostess for our SuperBowl party tomorrow. From Wednesday on, if I could make a misstep, I made it. From innocently doing the wrong thing to making a mess of things in an attempt to do the right thing. I was more than happy to see the week end last night. But of course, I have a teenage son. And last night his friends ended up hanging here. And just as I was starting to drift off, I realized I was still hearing the tell-tale sounds of Rock Band wafting up the stairs. After a quick "Wrap it up guys' that emptied the house of all but my teenager, I snuggled back under the supersoft blankets and welcomed sleep...until I heard my daughter's phone ring in the next room. And for some unknown reason, just the soft murmur was enough to keep me awake. Until 2:30 am. And her phone was the perpetrator in the crime of my 7 am wake-up call. Ok, so I couldn't sleep in, but I quickly made plans to get my errands done early and take a nap. But a comedy of errors that would make a sitcom look cheesy ended up changing those plans. By 6 pm, I felt; and I'm sure looked; like a zombie. I could feel the dark circles under my eyes. But by then it was too late to nap, and too early to sleep. After all, I don't want to wake up at 5 am on Super Bowl Sunday, only to have this same zombie feeling for the BIG game.
So here I sit, my body begging for sleep and my mind knowing I need to stay awake...just a little bit longer.