Thirty six hours. THIRTY SIX HOURS! That's the period of recovery in sleep hours from my galavanting sat. Night, just a laid back evening of shopping capped off by drinks and dinner that had me home by 10pm. Andrea told me I would sleep all day the next day. She told me to apologize to j for it. I denied it. I was feeling so good. She was right. X was right. My body had different plans. I fell asleep about 2am sat morning (had a little insomnia) and I dragged myself out of bed at 7 am fully intending on caring for x but fell sound asleep on the couch instead. I opened my eyes enough to hear x declare my punishment for blowing curfew. How does a 7 year old ground mom? He declared I would be stuck on the couch all day and then laughed. He laughed bc, ha ha, my ass was stuck to the couch all sunday since I was so tired. My body was punishing me and he knew it. Ha ha. The whole day I woke only long enough to drink some juice and eat ritz crackers. I moved from the couch to the bedroom about 6pm and that was my big activity for the day. I finally was forced to join the land of the living at 6am since I have appt in boston. Getting up was more difficult than usual since I slept and didn't get my meds. Ugh was it hard to move, but I got it moving. I'm out of bed. I'm off the couch, and my good time on saturday night, absolutely worth it.