Happy, well-adjusted wimps, mind you ...
Himself is OOT (Out Of Town) at the moment. First time in a long time that he's been away, so I'm not complaining about that, but whenever he's gone, I have a hard time getting to sleep.
Like tonight, for example. Okay, technically, last night.
Yeah, haven't been to bed yet. Kind of got caught up in a little project called "Cleaning up the bedroom", which is also sometimes known as "Okay, so since he's not here to complain about it ..."
Didn't intend to stay up all night, just got to the point where it didn't make much sense to go to bed, since it would only mean losing most of the day whilst the little men ransacked the house.
Ah well. Managed to get rid of a lot of clutter (aka crap), at any rate.