It’s the same every time Mr C takes a work trip. I plan to be in bed by 10pm every.single.night. And it never fails. Midnight comes and goes, and I’m still trying to get things done. Every trip I swear will be different, and it’s always the same.

So here I am, 11:55pm. I still need to do the dishes and put away laundry. I spent the last two hours futzing with WordPress, plugins, and file permissions and I’m just starting to make a little headway. It’s gonna be a short night. Again.