Self-induced insomnia

It's 1:00 in the morning, and I am awake.

Cranky toddler who won't go to bed? Not this time; he's sound asleep. Newborn who wants to nurse every two hours? Nope, she's crashed. This time, it's my own fault. Jeff is gone again, this time to Webelos camp with Andrew, and so I am putting off bedtime for far too long. It's nothing new, this happens every time he takes a trip, but I have a hard time making myself go to bed when I'm going to bed alone. And no, the two or three kids who will end up smothering me and stealing blankets and pillows before 6am don't count.

I talked to him today, and guess what? He's bored! Why does that excite me? Because this is a man who is nearly physically incapable of doing nothing. He is always on the go, always has things he needs to/wants to/should be doing. When we went to my mom's farm for vacation a few years ago and stayed for four days, he just about climbed the walls because there was nothing to do. He needs this: time to relax, time to unwind, time to not be stressed.

He did mention today that his wireless card works all the way out there, and since he has his laptop he could be doing work. I'm tempted to tell him NO WAY, but if I tell him not to work it'll probably just make him want it more, so I'm going to leave it alone.

He'll sit around and do nothing probably right about the same time I start going to bed at a decent hour on my own. Can you spell n-o-t-g-o-n-n-a-h-a-p-p-e-n?