I like to think I'm awesome.

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Last night hubs had to stay up late to finish a project, but he wanted to take a little nap first so we left the living room light on for him. He took his nap, and I just went to sleep. Then in the middle of the night [more like 5:00 am] I woke up and saw that the living room light was still on, but husband was already in bed. My initial reaction: meh... I'll just turn it off in an hour when I get up. My second reaction: wait... why didn't he turn it off? And then in my half-wakedness, I thought that maybe he didn't wake up from his little nap at all. So just to make sure, I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he finished his project. He didn't. His little nap turned into an entire night of sleep. So off he went to finish his project. I felt pretty awesome after that guys. I mean come on, I pretty much saved the day. Not really.
Well 5:15 rolled around and I was feeling pretty good so I thought I might as well just get up and take a shower. So I did. Except when I got out of the shower it wasn't 5:15. It was 4:15. Awesome. That  clock in our bedroom is an hour early and I've always known that except this time, for whatever reason, I forgot. So awesome. And now I'm blogging this because I'd like to share with you how obviously awesome I am. Or how not awesome I am. But you know, no ones judging here right?



Also, my prayers go out to the people of Connecticut, especially to those whose families were affected by the shooting. It's hard to be happy when you know so many others are hurting because of this tragedy. I just don't understand how someone can be so cruel to hurt innocent children. I think about my own family, and how torn I would be if something like this ever happened to me. It seems like these shootings have been happening more frequently and it just breaks my heart. I can only hope that something like this will never happen again.