What's that you say? Work is mandatory.

Sleep deprivation is not supposed to happen until you:

1) Have kids.
2) Have a mortgage.
3) Have kids and a mortgage.

or in the rare instance you find yourself,

4) in an apartment where ALL the other tenants have kids, the tenants above you have a child screaming wildly into the dewy morning (every morning) at 3:30 am, which in turn makes the Daisy believe it's morning and time to wakey-wakey, which therefore translates to the trepidation of a walk outside to allow the dog her relief, and thinking about getting a mortgage.

This is the existence to which I currently yield. I have NEVER been so tired in my life. I've experimented with sleeping pills, which in turn fill my belly with nausea wave upon nausea wave, attempting early bedtime to which my sleep is interrupted with the timid questions of general knowledge about dinner, iPod locality, camera locality, please trim my hairline, Daisy whining for her attention and chance at chasing the night strollers who somehow have figured out she just wants to play and provide tasty morsels of cookies, cheese nips, cucumbers (her favorite) and the like when they see her approaching, and general racqueteering outside in the busy world of college town USA, even tried doubling the dose on the sleeping pills hoping they would knock me out before I ever had the chance to get sick (not high on my recommendation list) to no avail.

So in a phrase, baby fever, CURED! How could I ever deal with this AND have kids. I couldn't , Juan's prayers have been answered. Bless him for knowing I don't have it in me right now!

I did however have a brief lapse while relaxing and reminiscing with Laura in the lawn furnitrue section of Target.

Little girl with pigtails, leopard shirt and capri pants on to mother: "Mom, come here!"
Mom: "Honey, I am looking at something, give me a second"
Little girl: "No, you have to come right now!"
Mom: "Okay, what is it?"
Little girl, pointing: "This is new, this is new, this is new...."
Mom: "How could you know that?"
Little girl: "Because I don't have any of it."
Mom: "You sound a little spoiled, I don't always get you everything."
Little girl: "No mom, you don't. Just what I want."

Okay, so she is a little spoiled...but how stinking cute is that. I had to laugh outright. I sure hope my kids aren't that, we'll say smart...but we all know I mean manipulative.