I tried to sleep, really I did

I had such great plans last night. I was going to go to bed at 8 p.m. and sleep through to around 3 in the morning, then get up and get to work on all of the things that I needed to get done.

That worked out okay for a few minutes. Then the volume of the television in the front room started to drive me insane. Finally I fell asleep. Ah, blissful sleep. Phone starts ringing.

It's my brother wanting to talk to me about website things that I am too asleep to be able to comprehend.

Finally get done talking to him and drizzle back to bed and, despite the still noisy front room television, get to sleep once more. My cell phone rings. It's my sister wanting to know if I need the medicine she picked up in town immediately or if it could wait for morning. It could wait. Told her to call house phone if she needed to talk to mom and I went back to sleep. Never even made it before the inevitable ring of the house phone woke me up again.

::pounds head on desk::

And you know I still had not been woke to help my dad get from his chair in the front room to bed.

Needless to say by the time I got sleep I did not want to wake at 3 in the morning and by the time I woke at 6 I was ready for bed.

So now here I am, 8 in the morning and all I wanna do is go back to sleep. ::shakes head:: One of these days I'm going to have this all sorted out where I actually get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep at night.