You know that song by BNL, right? That is so me today. Last night about 8, I was ready for bed, but I stayed up so DH would not have to put the kids down alone. That was a mistake. By the time I was sleepy again, it was 2am. I crawled into bed just as the baby started her middle of the night fret, and there I was until well after three, awake and angry. As a consequence, I then overslept. Sigh. You know what I need? I need a vacation. I need to sleep. Or I need to get the best diet pills for my need to sleep, and then not sleeping will be fine. Do you see this post that doesn’t make sense? This is what happens when an insomniac tries to write after a bad night.

And not only that, it’s Monday. Monday means laundry. I thought I was caught up. Haha, joke’s on me.

As soon as my husband walks in the door, I am going to bed. I hope.