Ridiculous.

I should start this post by saying that I am not the soundest sleeper I know. That award has to go to a friend of mine who is better at sleeping than almost anyone I know. If sleeping were a sport, though, I'd wager that I'd be able to compete at at least the college level.

Except since I had a baby. And except since Eric started traveling.

So here I am at 4:59 am. I've been awake for at least 45 minutes. If I were truly spectacular, I'd go jump on the treadmill. But because I am becoming an old lady at an alarming rate of speed, I am going to go read Southern Living.

Shout out to Anne and Dennis- they've bitten the bullet and are getting their floors professionally refinished next week.