Heed my warning...

Never fall asleep at 6:00 p.m. ever. Today was a particularly trying day with my two chillens. The last thing I remember is lying down on my daughter's bed to "read her a story." When I woke up, my husband was home at 7 p.m. commenting that our house turned into Freaky Friday since my daughter was in my bed and I was in hers. Not sure why she went to my bed when there is plenty of room in hers. Tit for tat? The story would have been ok had I gotten up at 7 but noooooooo I had to be a greedy, slothful MF-er and sleep another two hours. I roused from my slumber at 9 p.m. which sucketh because I was disoriented, puffy (too much diet coke) and did I mention disoriented? Now it's 11 p.m. and I'm not at all sleepy in the words of Olivia the pig. What to do? Makes me want to climb in my car and go clubbing....kidding!