Sleepy Thoughts

We're going on two weeks of almost no sleep here, thanks to Ellie's unrelenting teething and all of us coming down with a wretched head cold. Lacking the time or energy for a real post, here, instead, are a few thoughts that have crossed my sleep-deprived mind of late:

1) "OWWWWWWWW!"

That was shortly after I walked face-first into the side of our open bedroom door at 5am the other morning. Apparently sleeping in three or four 45-minute intervals for over a week takes its toll on your vision. We got a menorah, God-in-Law...did I really deserve a broken eyebrow?! Luckily (?), a bruised brow really just looks like 80's eyeshadow.

2) Muttered at the glare coming through my rearview mirror on the way to work yesterday: "Turn off your high beams, moron!" Oh...wait. That's the sun. It's 7am. Who's the moron here?

3) Commercials are cruel. I keep seeing that Prilosec one that talks about "the 8 hours your eyes are closed every night." Oh, bite me.

4) My kids may not sleep, but they are not lacking in preciousness:





"In a few years, I'll be able to bake you a cake with a file in it. Hang tight, sis."


Contemplative Binks:

Sporting the Cutest Witch Costume Ever, courtesy of Grandma Marmee:

"My Hanukkah presents RULE!"

Just chillin' on Big Sister's Sit n' Spin (which, hilariously, plays instrumental ripoffs of 80's music, including Depeche Mode's "Just Can't Get Enough"):

All I want for Christmas is a good night's sleep....a good night's sleep....a good night's sleep!