missed my bedtime

I go a week without posting and then suddenly everyone gets all in a fuffle about whether or not this hatchling has flown my coop already.  Okay or maybe that's how I play it out in my head because no one really said that to me.  Do you ever do that?  Create these fake scenarios that somehow become very real to you?  Because I do, all the time.  ALL THE FREAKING TIME and chances are I'm 99% wrong usually, but no matter, in my head that's how it goes so it must be real.  

I'm not even making any sense now, please feel free to disregard.  

It's late, like midnight late and that is straight ridiculous up in here.  I feel like Alicia Keys when I talk like that you know, I mean I'm the whitest white girl ever but hey, I've got soul up in this bidness.  Plus my dad is black and I did a song about New York with Jay-Z so that gives me cred.  Except in my case my dad is whiter than me (at least his legs are) so Alicia and I do not have that much in common after all.  I will neither confirm nor deny about doing any songs involving Jay-Z.  Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it won't.  Humph.  

I just finished up some work that I didn't get to earlier thanks to a nice toddler fever and an afternoon spent in bed with my number one Spoonie Love From Up Above, or perhaps you know him better as Nub.  Usually me no likey random fevers, but in this case we hung out for like 2 hours, napping off and on and banking some serious tender time together.  And then this is the part where the panic sets in because of what I'm about to do to his life in a few short weeks.  Never shall we be the same.  I want to wax poetic about it and likely I will at some point so go ahead an gird your loins for that.  But tonight, maybe just appreciate this post as a good example why I should always go to bed before 11, yeah?