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in which i resort to complete hibernation

If you don't follow me on facebook, you aren't aware of the excitement I had this weekend. You clearly weren't privy to my latest status update, in which I admitted that I spent my Saturday evening sleeping. See, hubs and I watched the USA in their World Cup finale, and then we decided to have a little nappy.

We crawled under the covers at 5:00 pm, and I figured we'd sleep for a couple of hours. Hubs wanted to go to the driving range in the evening (he's like all into golf now. Preppy, collaredshirtspice!) and I wanted to do a bit of housework aimless twittering, reading, and writing.

So, imagine my surprise when I woke up to complete and total darkness. The sun was down, the clock said 10:49 p.m.

Whoops! Yeah, my nap lasted six hours. What? You got a problem with that?! (Don't cross me, I'm preggers.)

I got up, ate a large bowl of chocolate ice cream, read, watched a little late night boob tube... and before I knew it, a couple hours slid by. Hubs was still out for the count. (His nap lasted eight hours! And he's not even pregnant. What's his excuse? Sympathy fatigue?)

He was all mad that I "let" him nap from 5:00pm - 1:00am. I told him it wasn't my fault and to take a chill pill or a tyelnol p.m. -- you know, if he was interested in going back to sleep.

We got back into bed about 2:00 am. We slept until 10:00 Sunday morning.

What a whirlwind weekend!

(#Mylifeisaverage.)

What did you do this weekend while I was lost in dreamland?
What is your accidental-nap-record?
What's the longest amount of hours you've slept in a twenty-four hour time frame?

Comments

Dude, I think there was something in the air this weekend, cause I woke up exhausted on Saturday, and would have taken a nap, except I had to go visit the inlaws. I did take a nap on Sunday though--and I NEVER nap!
Talli Roland said…
I loooove napping! It's the best. Mid-afternoon, with the sun streaming down... yawn!
Vicki Rocho said…
Love those long naps! I think it's funny your hubs zonked out too!
Anonymous said…
Holy freakin' crap! Enjoy those naps while you can, honey, cuz once the tiny arrives... whoo!

On the plus side, once the tiny arrives you can drink and eat sushi again. So there's that.

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