Manic Monday

Ah, the eighties!  I'm about to break into song here.  Except it's 5:43 am and now I'm starting to fade.

Insomnia sucks!

After laying in bed listening to Super Dad snore lightly for oh, five and a half hours, I finally got out of bed.  I'm not really positive why I didn't sleep,although it may have had something to do with the GQ article I read before bed last night.  The one with this guy on the cover.

Mmmmm!  I mean, the articles were all very informative and really well written.  (Since when did I become a cougar?)

Okay,out of love and fairness for Super Dad, I will now post one of his favorite hotties here as well:

 

(I really like her dress, and wonder where she got it.  If I could get a cheap knock-off somewhere, I could definitely pull off the cleavage, if I do say so myself.)

Anyway, back to the insomnia:  I'd be very satisfied with my accomplishments if I had not hit a wall by now.  So far I have:

- Fought off the cat, who is purring like a motorboat, clearly delighted that someone is up and no one else is competing for my attention;

- Pushed said cat off computer keyboard (after scratching under his chin of course.  I'm not heartless.);

- Chatted with some very nice ladies in Australia;

- Dispensed translation and pregnancy advice to a friend in France;

- Done my Dancing with the Stars Latin Cardio DVD;

- Made son's preschool snack: Today he's having a medley of strawberries and grapes and tiny soy nut butter sandwiches shaped like cars and airplanes.

- Had breakfast (corn flakes with strawberries).

Pretty good, right? 

Now I have to brace myself because the rest of the house is about to wake up, and more specifically the five year old boy with boundless energy, and the two-and-a-half year old girl (She's two...'nuff said.)

Oh my goodness, in the flurry of activity I almost forgot to take the medication that my gastroenterologist prescribed for me.  Here they are:

 

                                                                   Pill  # 1                    

                                             

                                                                Pill # 2

Oh, and did I forget to mention that I am not allowed to drink any coffee?  No caffeine whatsoever.  My GI guy is a sick bastard!

I'm screwed!

I can envision my afternoon now:  I will be passed out and drooling on the couch.  Meanwhile the two year old will be climbing all over the couch and tap dancing in her party shoes on the kitchen counter tops while her older brother tries to hit her while testing out his new light sabre.

Pray for me, please!

Comments

[Erica]

Prayers headed your way!! Funny how I don't remember insomnia being listed as a condition of employment in my mommy contract. Hmmm.

[lala]

I recently became a cougar too! or a twlight mom, whichever way you say it we are 30+ and hot for the same guy our teenagers are!!
my 15 year old thinks it pretty cool!

[A]

Oh boy, lots of luck with the insomnia. Maybe it would of helped to cut Mr. Sexy's face from the magazine, placed it on your sleeping husband and then perhaps you would have been off to dreamland....