Yikes

1 1/2 hours of sleep last night makes for one crabby mommy. My poor little monkeys had to put up with much from me today. I'm trying not to get too excited about J coming home, because he leaves again next Thursday, but I am hoping that on Saturday I'll be able to sleep in until 7:30 or 8. I haven't been able to run this week and am a wuss about running in the cold anyway, but I need to do something before I go nuts. (Don't mention the "T-word" to me (treadmill); I seriously hate that thing!) My sweet little O, after I sung him his bedtime songs tonight, looked me seriously in the eyes and asked, "Mom, are you ok?" Intuitive little monkey -- he takes after his dad. I told him I was sorry for yelling so much today and that tomorrow I'd do better. I made a promise to him, so I'd better keep it!