March 26, 2008

I can sleep when I'm dead, right?

Isn't that what someone says when they want to get some rest, but know they have things to do and thus don't get that rest? Then I must sound like a Winchester Repeater. I've had, like, a maximum of four hours of sleep every night for the last two weeks. I've got enough baggage under my eyes to take me to Germany. I'm forgetting things, I'm dozing off on the couch during the day when I'm supposed to be caring for my children, I've got a headache that just seems to carry on from day to day.

If any of you EVER catch me yapping about wanting another baby or "growing our family," bitch slap me. No mas. Two is plenty for this mama!


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