This is what I look like when I blog. Glamorous, right?
All of you mothers out there think we single girls sleep blissfully and wake-up ready to take on the world. I, unfortunately, do not. I tossed, turned, woke-up three times, reprogrammed the clock, ate a cracker, took some Aleve, stared into the dark night and prayed for random people who popped into my head. I wanted to wake-up this morning just to end the misery that was last night's sleep.
Next time this happens (most likely tonight), I should put on my slippers and march over to someone's house with a newborn. No need for both of us to be awake.
I have to go spackle now so I don't scare fellow churchgoers.