Last night I tossed and turned.
My mind simply would not turn off.
All weekend I'd worked around the house. I had a great time moving from room to room, organizing and arranging, but I was exhausted. If it weren't for my racing thoughts I would have easily drifted off into oblivion. But I was wide awake.
Part of it is pure excitement. My parents and brothers are coming to the states this very week. Also, I had been seriously stressing out about their cancelled British Airways flights due to all the strikes (fingers still crossed about this one, also praying like crazy--we're not in the safe zone until they leave London on Wednesday). I was going through checklists in my head of all I would like to get done before they arrive.
Monday night: Clean the bathrooms. Really clean
Tuesday night: Vacuum the house, scrub the downstairs tile
Wednesday night: Go walking with Kristin, eat dinner at Zocalo with Daniel because I have a Groupon! Have a nice time.
Thursday night: Pack my bags for the weekend, bake, and bake some more.
Then, of course, I had to take into account the fact that I'll be at work all week long. It's so hard to focus on work when you'd rather be goofing off! Right?!
I'm restless at night, I'm restless at work. I'm ready for my family to be here.
I can't even think straight right now. That might have something to do with the fact that I hardly slept last night. Hopefully I'll settle down this evening. Maybe have a glass of wine after I scrub the bathrooms.