2 a.m.

 I have a love/hate relationship with 2 a.m.

     I love 2 a.m. It's quiet and dark and an even number( I have an obsessions with even numbers). I, however, hate 2 a.m. when I'm awake. And I have to say, it's been quite often lately that I have met up with 2 a.m. And it's all thanks to the teething toddler that won't sleep without his mama.

     Don't get me wrong, I love that boy, even in the wee dark hours of the morning. But, when I'm trying to fight for my mind to be clear and my body needing energy, waking up is not the greatest thing. Frequently, it's been an every hour kind of party for the kid and my mind is out of control. I just need him to sleep. The hours have crept by in the night, 1 am, 2 am, 3:30am, 4:27am...5:36 am. I just can't do it anymore I need sleep.

     I love this story. I think the bad language makes it funnier. And at 2 am, I cannot deny that I haven't thought the same thoughts as this book.

     Now that the kids teeth have broken through, I am hoping he will sleep. I may be running on fumes for a while, but I know when he goes to college, he won't be in my bed at 2 am. It will end eventually.

I hope.