Good grief, I think Cyndi put it best...'Just call me Garfield' I hate Mondays.

I am exhausted. I think I got about 3.5 hours of good sleep last night. I was snoozing well until Oldest Princess came in and said she had a fever and a sinus infection (alrighty, she's already a doctor! Woot! No college expenses here then!) I felt her and she didn't feel hot to me at all. I told her to get a Tylenol and get back to bed. Youngest Princess gets up and asks to go to the bathroom. Yes, please do! She then comes in and says, "I can't sleep." Get her back to bed and I lay there. I toss and turn. Then at some point I finally get back to sleep. Yay! Then the cat decides that as he's lying on our bed that it would be a great time to scratch that itch on his neck. And scratch. And scratch. I kick him off the bed. Then at 5, Oldest Princess gets up and realizes its cold in here and checks and yep, someone (who will remain unnamed for HIS own good) left the garage door open. She comes and tells me, so said unnamed someone gets up and goes and looks. Thank goodness it seems everything is there. Meanwhile, Youngest Princess comes and crawls in bed with me. Unnamed person comes back to bed and goes to shut the door thinking he's gonna get a little sumpin' sumpin'. Ha, joke's on him cause I tell him that Youngest is here. HA! So I finally nod back off and he says, "Do you smell something burning?" ARGH! Don't know what it was, but I finally just got up and here I am. (/whine)

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