Last night Breanna kept me up between 4:15 am and 6:45 am for reasons that are completely unknown to me. It could have been her teeth but she didn’t seem distressed, she just wasn’t interested in actually going back to sleep, despite the fact that I told her how great sleep would be.

Clearly I am tired now and I have no idea why I’m still up other than I’m biologically wired to be a night owl. Still, I decided it was time to hit the pillow so I was just doing my pre-bed round which include feeding the goldfish and the hamster (the cats are fed earlier because they would kill me otherwise).

I came incredibly close to putting hamster food into the fish bowl. Yes. Time for bed, indeed.

(And the saddest part is that it’s not the first time I’ve done something like that.)