What's My Age Again?

Dylan has woken up every day this week and said "Am I still 4, Mama?"  It cracks me up.  He's so adorable; I could squish him and chew on him.

Speaking of age, I feel like I am 92 years old today.  I have been so busy today on top of exhausted.  I am not sleeping (it's even worse than usual) and it's hitting me hard.  I sit at red lights and think about taking a nap; then I remember that this would be a very bad idea.  I have been cranking the air because I am afraid to get warm and comfy in the car.  We were going to take the kids to Chuck E. Cheese on Monday night to celebrate their birthday, but I was about to fall asleep at traffic lights, so we postponed it until last night.  I was again, exhausted.  I thought about how nice it would be to curl up into a ball in one of the booths and go to sleep, but I walked around and played games instead.  Carson found a ride that had an inclined seat; I was all about that one.  I was like "Carson!  Let's do that one again!  That was fun!"  Ha ha.

The strange thing is that even when I can sleep, I don't.  I was at my friend's house in Florida this past weekend and there were no interruptions and still woke up early and got about 5 hours of sleep.  This seems to be the cap.  I have tried drinking wine this week, but that hasn't worked.  I tried Melatonin a while back and it stopped working after a few days.  I don't know.  I don't get it.  I have still continued to go to the gym every day, which you would think would wear me out....nope.  That's been the only time that I am NOT tired this week.

I am so thankful that I am usually able to function and move all day without a lot of sleep, but that's not how it's been this week.  I feel tired. 

I won't consider Ambien because I don't want to be one of those people who eats donuts and has sex without recollection. If I am going to eat a donut, I want to remember it.  I never eat donuts! My friend's husband likes to take Ambien and throw clean laundry all over the floor and send people emails from her Outlook and then delete the evidence.  I prefer not to rob any banks or text people bizarre things. 

Well for those of you who actually sleep, sweet dreams.  I'll be watching the ceiling fan, most likely.