3:45 am and he's sitting on the edge of his bed with that damn crackberry. He's got work to do b/c of course he's going on a golf weekend with his buddy leaving me alone with the kids, which of course I've been all week and will be most of next week while he is in New York. Which is fine. Fine. Fine. So nice of you to drop by the house for 8 hours to pick up your golf shoes. Now I'm awake and can't sleep which of course makes me so mad I can't risk speaking. Not to mention that lack of sleep contributes to pre-mature aging and we all know how I feel about that. Must fall asleep, must fall asleep, must fall asleep . . .
To Do List: Fall asleep.
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