I Need Toothpicks

I feel as though my eyelids are hanging halfway down my face. There is no way it is humanly possible for me to be able to function right now, yet here I am.

It must be the coffee.

I don't think I've had a good night's sleep since Saturday night. Odd dreams (like the one about chopping off the head of a snake,) children waking and needing a cuddle or sheets changed, the fact that our duvet seems to have shrunk, all have caused me to reach the brink of exhaustion.

I know playing tug-of-war with Hubster on some nights might actually be fun and pleasurable, but darn it all, I'm tired.

I remember clearly when I was pregnant with Mini-Husband, my father-in-law used to tease me about sleeping so much. I'd rarely get out of bed before 10am. I told him at the time I was stocking up for all the years ahead of me when I wouldn't be able to lay in bed all day.

I really should have been sleeping till 11am.

The worst part about all this sleepiness is that the kids go on spring vacation next week.

Two fun filled weeks with the tribe at home. Yippy.

Looks like I'd better get that caffeine drip put in by Friday.