So I just spent an hour on the floor of Annie's room, doing crafts and listening to her read. The last ten minutes was me reading to her, during which she fell sound asleep and the buzz I began to feel while she was reading turned into a full-blown drunk. Except I hadn't drank anything - it was just the mystical, calming effect of actually reading a book. Apparently, quiet, unplugged evening activities are relaxing. Apparently they're healthy. And unlike my usual nightly iPhone Pinterest sesh, it's left me feeling pretty good about myself - instead of hungry, out of shape and feening for a multi-million dollar shopping spree.
Nighty night, nerds.