sweet dreams

We have not been getting much of this lately in our household:

Last night the little insomniac woke up seven times. SEVEN! And he has been sleeping this poorly for almost ten nights. Aaaaaargh. JC and I are sooooooo tired. He seemed to be feeling better today, so maybe he'll sleep better tonight? Seriously, he has to. I am running on fumes and coke zero over here.

One of my friends asked me the other day, what would I do if I had 24 hours free from the baby to do whatever I wanted? Would I do laundry, catch up on household projects? (HA!) Go out shopping? Go to the movies? Day trip to the beach?

Answer: none of the above. I would do this:

I would rent a room at the Four Seasons hotel, climb my fat butt into bed, and not get out again except to use the bathroom or answer the door for room service. I would seriously stay in bed for 24 hours straight. Security would have to come throw me out at checkout time. Seriously. Terrifically lazy? Absolutely. A huge waste of money? Yes sirree bob! Do I care? Not even remotely. THIS IS MY DREAM, PEOPLE. Don't knock it.

Sleep deprivation is NO JOKE.