Ok, really... What is more frustrating than being wide awake all night when you are desperately tired and your baby is sleeping?! It's a curse, I tell you. This happens to me from time-to-time and really makes me feel like I am losing it. Adrian started throwing up yesterday evening proceeding a day consisting of much whining and crying. Mommy was spot-on, it turned out, with a diagnosis of "upset tummy." I think moms are built to intrinsically know when puke is coming. It's nature's way of sort of bracing us for the horror ahead. Puking kids just might be worse than insomnia. Anyway... Where was I again? Ahh, yes. Adrian puking. I think that my body was readying itself to be up all night with a throw-uppy baby and then... he slept. Well, he woke up twice in need of a paci reinsertion and that's where my sleep ended and my problems began. And now it is 5 am. I am tired. Yet awake.

In other news, one productive (?) thing happened during the night/my nap. I turned 26. Whoa. Didn't I just turn 18? Better yet, didn't I just turn 6? Why does that birthday party with the entire kindergarten class (sorry Mom) and sitting in the neighbors' tree house (something seems hazardous about 10 six-year-olds in a treehouse, but that's beside the point) seem eerily recent? Is this how people get old? Did I mention I have grey hair? I do. And not just one or two. Like, if I push my hair down against my scalp and look in the mirror there are at least six at any given time. Six thick, ugly WHITE hairs taunting my youth. I don't think that's gonna work for me.

So, I'm canceling my trip to the gym for today. I just made this decision in the last 34 seconds. I am pretty sure the whole grey hair thing pushed me over the edge and made me lose my enthusiasm. Well, that and the whole lack of sleep issue...

Did I mention I can't sleep?