Sleep

I have come to the conclusion that sleep is completely over-rated.  I will never get a full nights rest even when the kids have moved out.  Ian decided to wake up at 430 this morning.  Unfortunately, I am the only one with ears at night (Mike sleeps so soundly and usually doesn't hear much at night - I am so jealous).  I lay with Ian on the couch to see if he will go back to sleep but to no avail.  He is constantly touching my face or my arm or switching his position or trying to lay on top of me or on my arm - blah, blah, blah. 

Scooter - our lovely bulimic feline cat decides that 430 is a good time to wake up too and meow until she is fed.  I have personally diagnosed Scooter, might I add that she is 14 pounds, with bulimia because she will gorge her food and then go throw up somewhere in the house and then meow through out the house until she is fed again.  Which never happens because she finally realizes that I won't feed her again.

I should add that I momentarily sometimes forget that I am almost 8 1/2 months pregnant and that I don't sleep much anyways because of my constant flipping over from my left to my right side.  If it's not my hips that wake me up indicating that I need to flip over, it's the little healthy human being that has taken over my body kicking my ribs indicating that it's time to flip.

So instead of complaining about it and being upset I will move on and simply dream of the most comfortable bed, with the most comfortable pillow, and the most comfortable blanket and the most comfortable jammies in the most peaceful environment.