i obviously wasn't sleeping much before my wedding. and since my wedding - we've had one Shabbat at out apt because i was about to collapse from exhaustion, and every weekend since has been a Something. i wake up on MOnday more tired than i was on Friday. quite a feat.
everyone said "oh, the first summer of marriage is great!" "take time for yourselves this summer"
that's so funny. i spend all day at work, either busting my butt or waiting for more work, which somehow makes me tired, either way. i'm getting home at 7 these days, i eat, talk to avraham, and start passing out somewhere around 10. but of course i want to actually spend time with avraham, so i try to stay up and... yay it's morning! and i'm so frikking tired, i could hurt someone. avraham's the only other one there, though, and he's pretty much the only person i know that i would never want to hurt.
so i think next summer, we're boycotting. if anyone of our very good friends get married - sorry guys. we'll be baby-sitting the cat. what cat? ha! the one in my head! and if you're not such a good friend, and you invite us, you're not even getting a gift. maybe just a picture of me sticking my tongue out at you.
maybe i can start slepping again before i turn 25.
if anyone takes offense at this post, i aplogize. i'm excited by your Smachot. i'd just like it if there were weekends to catch up in between them.
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