foiled

sometimes i think that there is a little video camera following every move i make, and that what it records, is put into finn's little brain.

for example. i had a rough time getting to sleep last night, tossed and turned for about an hour. i blame it on the diet coke i picked up from arby's on my way home from the supermarket [dying of thirst, grocery shopping does that to ya]. anyway, so when i woke up this morning at seven, all i wanted to do was stay in bed... but i got up and let the dog out, fed her, and escorted justin out the door for work. i was so excited when i closed and locked the door, that finn wasn't awake yet. and i may have some time to lay back down, and at least read in bed, if not sleep.
well. i tiptoed past finn's bedroom door, arrived in our room, took off my flip flop's, picked up harry potter and the sorcerer's stone [rereading], laid in bed and covered up. as i opened my book and comfortably situated myself... cue finn. "maammaaa baa dadada." my plan was foiled.

i am certain he was already awake, just waiting for me to be warm and snuggled in bed, anxious to find out again what happens in harry's first quidditch match...

oh well.