A strange thing happened about five minutes ago. I couldn't sleep, so I got out of bed. As I did, I heard Bob stir (he falls asleep on the couch every once in awhile.) Thomas also made some noise. The three of us met in the hallway. Bob was startled, but Thomas and I were both wide awake.
How weird is that?
Both Thomas and I are not sleepy. So what should we do at midnight? Turn on Cartoon Network in the kitchen, grab tomorrow's math assignment, and have a snack.
All day today Thomas tried to get Thursday and Friday's work done. He had one math assignment and one grammar assignment left, but he got all the rest done. So he decided to work on that math. (I wonder how he'll do this late at night?)
Thomas and I are eating toast, drinking hot chocolate, and he's listening to Metalocalypse. (now that's one weird carton!!!) On second thought, it's one inappropriate cartoon and Thomas is now upset because I made him change the channel. I guess I'm a mean mom.
Cartoon aside, I love being different. I love being unconventional. I'm not a spontaneous person in that if someone calls and wants to do something right now, I just can't handle that. Yet in my own home, I love quirky spontaneity. These are the things that we remember. Like the time Thomas decided we needed to eat dinner in the hallway on a cart. We did, and he still remembers that spaghetti supper with a grin on his face.
I'm glad we don't have to get up at 6 to be ready for school tomorrow. We can sleep in just a little. I love to have some weird fun once in awhile.
I'll give Thomas another half hour and call it a night.