Red Bull Sabotage

Last week we managed to stay on Indiana time. It was glorious. We went to bed early, were up and ready for the day early, we were on fire.

Then Father's Day came. While Chad took me shopping for Mother's Day, we celebrated Father's Day with Red Bull. Because that's what you do when you are post vacation poor. We made brownie sundaes and drank our giant 16 oz Red Bulls and loved it. Well, until it was 11pm at night and we were still super wired.

Now we know. It isn't the staying up super late on the weekends and sleeping in until noon that sabotages us for the week. It's the Red Bulls. Normal people with any sort of sense probably could have figured that out. Not us. We love Red Bull. It is delicious. It gives you wings, whether you want them or not, no matter the time of day/night.

So Sunday night was a long and restless one, which means that this week we are back to normal. Wanting to stay up late and punch the alarm in the morning.

Happy Father's Day