Olympic fever

I love watching the Olympics. So much so that I even guilted my dear husband off of our sole TV the other night for the first time ever in our 10 years of marriage. Poor guy is enjoying a riveting game of Pacman after a hard day at work and I come in the room with a "Can't we watch the men's gymnastics? It's only on every four years, after all." Shameless isn't it? And my sweet, sweet guy let me have the remote. Did I tell you he is wonderful or what?

The down side is that it has been seriously cutting into my sleep. I had been hitting the sack at 10pm until the last few nights, and boy am I suffering now. Coverage has been lasting until midnight, and then who can sleep after such excitement!

I haven't looked to see what is on tonight. I really hope it isn't something I really care to watch. I am exhausted. Of course I could be an actual adult and just not turn on the TV.

But this only happens every four years, right?