When I got out of bed this morning I actually heard a number of my bones crack. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that for the first time in my entire life I fell asleep with my makeup on. I kid you not-first time in all the years I’ve been wearing makeup that I actually slept in my bed, with make up on my face.
Sleeping sans makeup is a cardinal rule of mine-much like never picking your nose, or a wedgie in public.
It all began when Evan wouldn’t or couldn’t fall asleep last night. So I happily brought him into my bed to snuggle. Snuggling in bed with Evan is not something that I do often because he’s just not that into it. He loves to snuggle on the couch-but in bed-not so much. I think its because he is accustomed to going to sleep in his bed and doesn’t associate my bed with slumber.
I got myself curled around him and as my nose nuzzled the nape of his neck (a surefire way to put this gal in Mommy heaven). I assume he and I were both asleep within minutes because the last thing I remember with any clarity is the sound of the ironing board squeaking as the hubs ironed his dress blues. After that I vaguely remember my husband asking me if I wanted to “keep Evan in bed with us or to put him in his crib.” I remember saying crib-and vaguely thinking that I still had mascara on, but for-the-life-of-me can’t understand how I managed not to care about mascara smears on my white pillowcases.
I woke up this morning to a face that could rival Courtney Love’s any day of the week! Plus-I still had my contacts in.
That sums up my night and morning. Makeup and cracking bones-is this a sign of aging-early symptoms of senility perhaps?