WISDOM WEDNESDAY: Get Sleep

Yawn...does that say enough?? Yup, no sleep last night. I had big plans to welcome some new ALLEYWALKERS. We have so many. YAY! 

*Cheers, pompoms, and major 'Hoorays!' 

Really, I'm feelin' it. I'm thrilled you've joined our GRAFFITI band. We're tons of fun. We chat. We do the pageant wave--don't laugh. I've had to do that. *Shiver, quiver, and ugh* We do get serious once in a while.


Thanks for joining us, and chime in at will. Love to hear what you have to say. 


I'm taking the lead from LiLa, this morning. Already visited their blog--hilarious girls, but they do have a serious side. They're passionate about writing. Check out their blog post today about  5 do's to be perky.
I have my own fab 5 this morning, but I'm writing in the negative. Sure, major faux pax; I know. What NOT to do when you can't fall asleep.


1) DON'T toss & turn. Really, it's a RED light saying 'Dude, you're awake.'


2) DON'T keep getting up to go to the bathroom. You don't have to go. Another subliminal message from the brain telling you, 'Dude, you're eyelids are still open.'


3) DON'T replay the day in your head. You've already lived it once. Do you truly want to go there again?? Once again, 'Dude, you really need to close your eyes.


4) DON'T get a smart dog. Get a dumb one. Sure, those are probably burly and sluggish. But really, what's a little slobber among friends? If you get the smart dog, it will wait until the house is eerily quiet. Faint breaths from all family members fluttering their lips. All in blissful sleep. Then, traipse around the moonlit house, stalking out the scent of anything FOOD. Assured to find slivers of a half-eaten sandwich or crummy plastic baggy, the dog will strut to the mudroom and hit the jackpot: the kids' uncleaned lunch boxes. Shaking from the mere bliss of the thought, the dog will yard the lunch box down from the cubby area and insert a canine tooth into the zipper pull. The repeat offender is off with the open lunch box and the goods. 


Intoxicated by the cascading aromas of stale bread, dried-up bologna, melted cheese, and the six-year-old's saliva, the dog forgets to be quiet and rips into the plastic baggie, emptying out the remaining sandwich slices. Thus: making the already agitated MOM who can't sleep get up. 


Lesson: get a fish. 


5) Above all, DON'T drink a Loco Moco Monster before bed, or you'll get a post like this the next morning. 


Here's to your day, and all the head-bobbing I'll be doing. Cheers!


{On a more serious note, I do want to chat with you all about my synopsis plight. So keep your thinking caps on. We'll share tomorrow.}


Day All!!