If you read my last post you know I was accosted with all sorts of baby-issues tonight. But, aside from those baby-type items I have gotten A LOT done.

And unfortunately for me- none of it was helpful to my life.

My husband is giving up on some *ahem* habits and says time seems to be standing still. So much that after waking up at 10, having a leisurely breakfast of homemade french toast and then working for an hour then decided at 830 we should go to bed.

All this is fine except father & son are totally zonked and now I find myself at midnight toggling between websites like a mad woman and occasionally getting up to pee, since I’m like three water bottles deep.

I am updating links on my blog & reading new blogs through comments on blogs I already read and all this leads me to believe that A. I am an insomniac and B. I am losing my shit.

A girl in my condition should be asleep. Incubating. Or at least doing something constructive like folding laundry or billing my customers for work. But no. I am chugging water while twittering, blogstalking and kinda watching The Simpsons. All while hoping Hudson does NOT wake up.