FINALLY Tom is back home after working out of town for several days, and I can get some sleep again. It's not because the kids have been keeping me up - it's because somehow in the last 7 years of marriage plus 1 year of living with someone else that I have become a weenie.
I blame Ryan Murphy.
Specifically, I blame Ryan Murphy's show American Horror Story. I don't know why I keep watching it when it affects me like it does, but for the love of Zachary Quinto, I still watch it. And then I can't sleep. And while Tom was gone, believe you me I slept with the lights on.
See? Weenie. Seriously peeps. I lived by myself for a long time as an adult. I didn't get married until I was 36, and probably lived by myself for 10 years before that. I never slept with the lights on. And I lived in a pretty sketchy neighborhood for part of that time too. STILL didn't sleep with the lights on. Granted, for part of that time I also lived with a giant white German shepherd (RIP Sasha...), but still? No lights.
THANKS A LOT, RYAN MURPHY - I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
And now I'm more than half-way through the season of American Horror Story. I'm committed to it, so I have to see how it ends. I tried to quit a few weeks ago, but I JUST CAN'T QUIT YOU, AHS. Next season though. My heart can't take it.
Does anyone else watch that crazy show and then can't sleep? Please tell me I'm not the ONLY weenie out there.
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