Soporific

Ten pm is my bedtime, ten p.m. is my bedtime. You want to know something about ten p.m? It's my bedtime.

I would love to be less of a night owl and more of an early bird. Really, my internal clock tells me to be a rockstar instead of a teacher and I tell that internal clock, I say "Darling, can't we do both?"

In the meantime, ten p.m. is where it's at. I'm happy to be making a pink polka dot elephant for a one year old. I'm happy to have a house and a garden and some pumpkins and tomatoes. I'm happy to have a husband who fixes things and a job where I get three kid hugs a day--minimum. I'm happy to have bangs and I'm happy my new laundry detergent is blue eucalyptus and lavender scented. I'm happy to go to bed at ten p.m.