Must. Get. More. Sleep

It's 7:30 a.m.

I have been up since 6:00 a.m. with Little Girl.

Or, well, maybe I've just been up since I went to bed last night. It was one of those nights of chronic insomnia that is nothing short of maddening.

Hubby left for Indy this morning at 3:00 a.m. and I know I looked at the clock every hour from the time we went to bed which was 10:30. Then. I lay in bed after he drove away thinking of him driving and la, la-la, la-la ----- oh wait! He forgot his pillow!

I called hubby who wasn't too far and I wrapped myself in my frightening green terry cloth robe to meet him curbside to hand him his pillow so he wasn't any more uncomfortable over this next week than he already will be sleeping on a blow-up mattress in our new apartment (we aren't moving our stuff out there until the end of the month).

I came back inside and just kind of looked around. I was literally so exhausted, but I knew that laying down would only be cause for more tossing, more turning and more "ugh, will this night ever end?" feeling.

So, I headed for the couch where the remote lay on the coffee table begging me to watch a couple of Reba's re-runs (love that show! Even though I hate to say that, because the actual concept is horrible in and of itself). I watched 2 Reba's and then saw on my Tivo that David and I forgot to watch the American Idol results show last night.

What? Are we crazy?

I blazed through that hour and watched poor, poor, sad Brooke get booted off the show. She wasn't my favorite singer, but I liked her and I felt really sorry for her having to sob up there in front of millions of people knowing she just wants to run off the stage and hide. I hate watching all these contestants who have poured their heart and soul into their performances and subjected themselves to ridicule from the 3 judges and, well, all of America - and then they are asked to sing the very song to us that everyone obviously hated so much which is why you are getting kicked off the show! Man. Cruelty I tell ya! Just in case you were wondering my opinion however - I am thinking that David Cook is going to be the winner hands-down. Syesha will do well on Broadway in New York and poor David Archuletta, who I love dearly and could listen to all day any day of the week, needs to get a little or older and more mature for the singing industry. The poor kid looks like he's either going to cry or wet his pants every time he gets on the stage. He is so uncomfortable when he is NOT singing that's it's hard to watch him. I just feel so bad for him that I just want to shew him off the stage for his own protection. Lastly - Jason Castro. Blah! I wanted him to go awhile back. It's kind of apparent he doesn't want to be there, so I think even he was shocked when he didn't get voted off this week!

I believe I digressed a bit.

Back to my sleep deprivation. I tried to sleep on the couch for the next hour and only dozed in and out, but still very awake (kind of like one of those surgeries where they only give you a little bit of the goods to knock you out). I headed back to my bed around 5:00 a.m. praying little girl would atleast sleep until 7:00 a.m. for me today, but no luck.

6:00 a.m. has come and gone and she was ready for breakfast the moment she called for me to come get her. Which, by the way, fellow mothers. Has anyone else had a child that was in a big girl/boy bed for 6 months and STILL calls out for you to come get them instead of crawling out of bed themselves? It's the weirdest thing. She crawls in and out of her bed all day long, but when she wakes up from her naps or if she needs anything at bedtime, she just yells and yells for mommy to come in there. I sometimes, in my laziness, will call back to her "Come out here little girl! Mommy's doing something!" To which she replies, "No-o, You come he-ere!"

I think someone here just likes having her royalness lifted and carried out of bed for her every whim. I know most parents are wishing the opposite and that their kids would STAY IN BED instead of getting out constantly, but I just don't get why she doesn't come out of her bed on her own at just these nap time and bed times. Let me know if anyone shares this blessing.

I am groggily going to finish my non-helpful decaf cup of Starbucks coffee right now and attempt to drag myself into the shower. Thank you Boz the Big Green Bear for occupying Little girl right now while I start my morning!

Here's to a nap today!