That was today.  You know those days.  When you barely have the energy to breathe in and out, let alone be productive.  We had a hectic weekend.  It's not like we really did anything, but we stayed up late and got up early. 

So when the Boo woke up early from his nap today, I crawled in beside him hoping that my comforting presence (yelling GO TO SLEEP NOW) would lull him back to slumber.  And there I was, two hours later, sawing logs like Homer Simpson.

I'll give him credit.  The boy tried to awaken me for, oh, about 15 minutes.  He crawled on my head, he hit me with his cup.  He yelled "UPDOWN" about a dozen times. 

Then he tried to wake me up by tickling me.  He was making himself laugh so hard in his efforts to bring me back from my sleepy bliss.  He was giggling away and I was thinking, "who is this child and how did he get in my bed?  And where in God's name is his mother?" 

Oh, that's right.  I'M his mother.  Whatever.  All I kept thinking was "why won't he go back to sleep?"  I guess expecting him to sleep longer than 4 hours is a little ridiculous, huh?  And now he's up.  It's 11:43 p.m.  What kind of mother has her kid up at 11:43 p.m.?  I guess the kind that lets him sleep for 4 hours at naptime.

One of these days I'm gonna figure it all out.  I hope.