Apparently I'm a humongous scaredy-cat. I thought it would be nice to have the bed all to myself, but I really just wanted Chad to be there so that way when,you know, the masked men broke into my bedroom he could take them on.
Carter does not like to go to bed at his usual 8:00 hour, but rather at 10:00. And then not sleep in the next morning.
Kota likes to take it easy on me and sleep her little heart away. Thanks, baby girl!
I crawl into bed at 9:45. I felt like an oldie, but it was actually quite nice. In hindsight, though, that just gave me more time to envision the scary masked men.
I become way too inundated with Instagram. How come no one ever told me that's one darn fun app?!
We go on walks with my mama.
My sister comes over for girls' night in. And we will be watching a very girlie girlie girlie movie. Which has yet to be decided. (But I think we're both thinking Breaking Dawn Part I.)
So have a great time in Vegas, my love!
We miss you!