late night ramblings

I am not a night owl. I used to be, sort of, but now I welcome bedtime with open arms. But here I am at two in the morning, writing this and I'm really actually not sure why. Today was a very long day. Not bad, just long. It was one of those days where I didn't just feel like I was going in circles, but I actually was. From home to school to home to school to home to work to home. This really isn't super out of the ordinary because I have a lot of days that look similar to this...today just felt extra busy for whatever reason. And Wednesdays have apparently been dubbed "The Day That All of Hannah's Online Class Homework Will Be Due at Promptly 9PM and No Later Even Though Every Other Online Class Has a Midnight Deadline." (Nope not being dramatic at all.) So when I got home from work, I sat down to finish this homework and I promise I really did have solid intentions. Andy got home soon after and the mindset quickly shifted from "get homework done" to "I need food." Andy, being the sweetheart that he is, offered to make dinner. He really is the greatest. Fast forward a bit and we're an hour past my homework's deadline and it's still not all done. Then I see a sink full of dirty dishes. I glared at them and tried to blink them away but it didn't work. Then, oh yeah, there's a giant pile of dirty clothes that needs to be washed. With my mental checklist of things-to-do growing at an alarming rate, I did the only thing I knew to do: I retreated to the shower. If I can't see the laundry, it can't see me, right? Wednesday was winning.

But now the homework is turned in, the dishes are clean, and all I can hear is the squeak and rumble of clothes tumbling in the dryer. I'm not feeling anxious like 2 AM normally makes me feel. I'm drinking a cup of tea. I'm hoping this warmer weather decides to stick around for a bit. I'm thinking I should maybe switch out the Fall scented hand soap for a more appropriate Spring/Summer time scent but then again maybe not because who says cinnamon pumpkin smells are restricted to only a few months out of the year? I'm remembering how a little girl at work today told me she was born in 2003 and how that made me feel a little bit old. I'm dreaming of the vacation we're hoping to take later this year. I'm enjoying being the last one awake. It makes me feel still inside, like the problems I had a few hours ago aren't much of a problem anymore. Late nights are sobering and Wednesdays aren't so bad. But now my eyes refuse to stay open any longer and it's time to sleep. Goodnight!

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