Dear Diary, (yawn)

I got no sleep whatsoever last night. I would’ve written this entry last night, but, well, I was trying to sleep. Instead, here’s a summary of my night. (yawn)

8:30 PM: Bf, his visiting daughter and daughter’s friend go out to play some pool. I opted out, complaining of exhaustion. Truthfully, I was more desiring of some peace and quiet, than to go to bed early.
9:00 PM: After emailing a friend, my energy suddenly drops and I hear the bed calling my name. Loudly. But I can’t retire yet, because my son is still at his friend’s house and isn’t due home til 10:00 PM.
10:05 PM: Call son. You’re late. Get home. Now. Son texts back “Ok. Hang on.”
10:30 PM: Son gets home. Late. He has been drinking “Lost,” and comes running through the front door, chattering a mile a minute. Gives me excuses, while jogging in place. Just watching him made my body scream for sleep. I tell him I’m going to bed… as soon as I finish this cigarette.
10:45 PM: Son tells me he needs to run back over to friend’s house, because he forgot his game. I sigh. “Okay, hurry up then!”
10:50 PM: I finally crawl into bed. Wonder for a moment when bf and company will get home. Then the world goes black. Ahhhhhhh.
12:00 AM: Suddenly, I’m jarred awake by loud scuffling noises and the opening and closing of the front door. What the hell is that?! I listen. Oh, it’s just bf and company. Go back to sleep.
12:45 AM: Scuffling and the door again. WTF? I listen, and hear only silence. Wait, the tv is on. No, not the tv. It’s a game being played on the tv. Noting that I now have to “p,” I get up. Son is still up playing his game. I look at him, at the now empty bottle of “Lost,” and sigh. “Where is everyone?” I ask. He says they went outside to sit in the car, but he doesn’t know why. “Where’s bf?” I ask. “I dunno,” he says, “he didn’t come home. What are they doing outside?” Don’t worry about it, I tell him. I have a feeling I already know. I go “p” and go back to bed. Wondering where bf is. And wondering why I didn’t tell son to go to bed, too.
2:45 AM: Again. Loud scuffling, the door, and voices this time. Damn. Am I never going to get any sleep?! I listen, and try to identify the voices. Daughter. Friend. Cool, bf is home, too. What?! Son is still up?!! I look at the clock. And sigh. Well, they’re home for the night now, so I can finally sleep.
3:20 AM: Laughter. Loud laughter. Not mine, believe me. Go to sleep, I tell myself.
4:30 AM: Voices. Distinctly bf’s. Saying that he knows I will be getting up in an hour, so he’d better get to bed. “Why?” I say to myself. I have to go “p” again. Hold it. Go to sleep and try to forget. Wait. WTF?! Is son still up?! Damn “Lost.” That drink is never entering his body again. Bedroom door opens and bf enters. Undresses and crawls into bed. Staying to his side. Good. Cause your alcohol breath is not pleasant. I go back to sleep.
5:30 AM: I wake up. To silence. Ahhhh. Unfortunately, my internal clock is set for 5:30 AM, no matter what time I go to bed, or how much sleep I’ve gotten. I get up. Pour myself a cup of coffee. Holding my cup in hand, I look at the bodies strewn around the room, deep in sleep. I tiptoe. I shouldn’t, cause paybacks are a bitch. But I do. Because I don’t need to pay them back. I may feel tired today from lack of sleep, but theirs will be much worse. They’ll be suffering from hangovers. Son, too… though a “Lost” crash it will be. I feel sorry for them, though I shouldn’t.

I wonder what I’ll do today, while everyone else will most likely sleep the day away. (yawn) You gotta laugh.
Peace out.