I can’t really explain why, but for some reason, having a large lack of sleep on Sunday night caused me to be SUPER-productive all day Monday.  Y’all wouldn’t believe the stuff I got done: cleaning, working, even bonding with the treadmill for a full hour.  I was out of control!

No, literally.  See below.

Last night, at 10 p.m., I finally finished putting file labels on purple file folders that I had created just to organize all my home paperwork AND DOES ANYONE ELSE THINK THIS IS WEIRD BEHAVIOR WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN SLEEPING?

Roomie sat on the other side of the kitchen table listening to me say “These folders are just not in the correct order” and “I need to take that label off and start again so it’ll be on their straighter.  IT ISN’T STRAIGHT ENOUGH!”  Occasionally she asked if I was okay with this look that seemed to imply my actions were strange.  I assured her I was fine — IF THIS SILLY LABEL WOULD GO ON STRAIGHT, THAT IS — and proceeded to whip my filing project into shape.

And when I was done?  Well, I leaned over and kissed that file box with my very lips.  I don’t know why.  It just seemed appropriate at the time.

Roomie’s response?

“What you just did in the last 10 seconds will be the most memorable thing I’ll take with me from us living together.”

Why, you’re welcome, Roomie.

By the way, I kissed the new lamp in the nursery the other night.  I COULDN’T HELP IT.