Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Let Me Show You a Few Things

Bedtime.  I hate bedtime.  Super Mom has her children all neatly tucked into their beds by 8pm. She leaves the room and they all fall asleep, on their own, while she freshens her face to look gorgeous when Super Dad arrives home from work.  Survival Mom, however, barely gets through bath time without losing it. She hurries through brushing teeth, reading books, tucking in, someone has to pee, retucking in, laying on the twins' bedroom floor until they fall asleep or they will be all over the house, screaming, crying, if-you-get-out-of-bed-one-more-time, gah! Apparently, my twins were born to be suck-tastic sleepers. Before they arrived, I was super, crazy smart.  My IQ...154; nothing to laugh at.  But that was then.  Now, I'd be shocked if it was over 135. And the following proves that point.

What do you do when you can't sleep?  First, let's get one thing straight:  I HAVE NO TROUBLE SLEEPING.  I am an excellent sleeper.  If sleeping was a sport, I would be professional level, baby.  But THEY don't sleep which means I don't sleep . NOT EVER, unless, of course, it's one of those rare occasions where they actually stay over at Grandma's and sleep all night for her.  And she loves to brag about it and I want to beat her over the head with a club thank her for keeping my children so I could have uninterrupted sex with my husband sleep for once.

Tonight, they're not sleeping, so I'm not sleeping.  I'm surfing the web.  I clicked on a picture of Justin Timberlake.  I never thought much of him.  I didn't go crazy for boy bands. 'NSYNC was stupid. Backstreet?  No thanks. The women JT (this makes me giggle for entirely unrelated reasons) dated in the early years were sleazy. I had no interest.  But I clicked on a recent picture and it was hot. HOT. I had to find out how/when this happened.

Remember this? The year was 2000.  And this was so not hot.

Then there was this. 2001. Dear lord, no.

Fast forward to 2006. Still looking a little creepy.  The hat needs to go.

2007...come on already.  End the love affair with the hat, man.

Oh wait, what's this? 2009. Motherlover, you say? Hmmm.

2012.  The hat no longer bothers me.  In fact, he sports it well.

Suit and Tie? What? What is this? Yes. Yes. YES! YES!! YES!!! Oh, 2013, you are so beautiful.

And that, folks, is how I passed the time waiting for the boys to go to sleep. Oh my. Who can sleep now?

1 comment:

  1. I love, loooove Justin Timberlake. Dave does, too, but not in the same way. Okay, maybe the same way. Justin Timberlake is that sexy.