Zzzzzzzz – What? I can’t curl up under my desk?

1 snoring husband (who I may yet smother with a pillow)

+ 2 late-night phone calls from friends (Hello? Weeknight!)

+ 2 ambulances driving by at 3am (okay, I can’t actually be angry about this one, uncharitable 3:01am thoughts not-withstanding)

+ 4 bathroom trips (thanks, Junior)

= 1 very cranky and exhausted Fecundity

Yeah, yeah. It’s good training for when I have a newborn/toddler/teenager. I know.

Why do people seem to think that will make me feel better?