Here it is, 10 p.m. on a Friday night and I'm ready to crash. I feel like I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. And I can't even blame it on the fact that I'm up in the middle of the night, because Austin has slept through until 5:30ish the last two nights in a row. So I'm getting more sleep now than I have in about 8 or 9 months (adding in the last few months when I was pregnant and couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep well.)
I guess I just have to face it....I'm old. Pretty sad, I know.