Admitting Defeat

It is 6:13 in the morning. I've been officially up for 15 minutes, but haven't really slept since a bit after 5. I was up at least 3 times an hour since I went to bed at midnight because my darling children are freaking celebrating the beginning of May with yet more illnesses.

I tried to create more sleep for myself by bringing Douglas in bed with me but all he did is roll around and kick me in the stomach. Literally and figuratively. I finally realized I couldn't live the charade of sleep anymore and got up with aforementioned 11 month old.

I'm hoping the ibuprofen kicks in and my headache goes away. If only there were a pill for frustration. Maybe I'll make myself a martini.

I'm sorry, but I just don't do the whole not sleeping thing. I've never been able to. Ask my mom how charming I was after youth group lock ins. It's like Joey not sharing food.

Thanks for reading.