Sleep Glorious Sleep

Yes it happened. I finally crashed around 9:30 Saturday night. I was so exhausted that I put up a fight with my husband when he tried to move me from chair to bed. I thought if I tried to get up from the chair I would just collapse to the floor, but my sweet husband carried me to bed. I slept like a bug in a rug.

I woke up feeling as if I was slightly hung over. Had coffee, breakfast, and spent the rest my Sunday making novelty soaps with my mother-in-law, in which to sell to make money that will go towards our Too Sexy For My Hair group, raising money to brighten the days of thoughs of us who are currently going through treatment. Some good news. I am tired and ready for bed and it is at a reasonable hour this evening.

Some more good news, for those of you who read my last post titled "Dad," today was a better day for Steve and his father. : )

As long as my brain allows it now time for this one to catch some sleep.