2/14/2004 03:58:27 AM|||Amy|||It's past 3 in the morning, one of my children is still awake. This is a problem which I can only hope time will solve. The baby sleeps through the night without fail, but Monkey won't. Just won't. Still, I've wondered if all my problems are rooted in sleep deprivation, but that's not fair. It takes two to tango - as they say. I'm so tired. I have my head in my hands, and Monkey reaches down from where she's standing behind me in the chair to give me a hug. So sweet, but sweeter still would be for her to go to sleep.

I love this time of the morning when there is no one around. It takes me 20 minutes to drive the distance between here and work, when it usually takes at least twice that long in traffic. You feel that you are the master of your own universe and that no matter what happens, you can always get up before dawn and see proof that time marches on always. The sun will rise, then set and it doesn't matter to these rhythms how we fill the time in between.

Monkey is placing the contents of the desk item by item into a trashcan on the floor. I once became so frustrated with the state of this desk that I swept all the contents into a large black plastic trash bag. When Husband saw this, instead of getting the point, he just sifted through the bag until he found the one or two things he commonly used and left the rest. When we finally moved out of the apartment we were renting, the bag came too. It sits somewhere in this room underneath the new piles of crap that comprise the detritus of his life.

I just gave Monkey a vitamin. At least, I'm actively choosing the punishment for all my bad deeds. This is punishment, right? Monkey picks up the phone. We had a $110 long distance bill this month. Could it have been Monkey making her case to parts unknown? Everyone else in this house has excused themselves from responsibility.

I am going to try again. It might be snowing outside and we have to take the dog to the vet in the morning. Hopefully, the sleepy fairy will take some pity.

Tomorrow a group of us from work are going to bond in an anti-Valentine's day party. If the weather doesn't prevent it, we are going to eat Thai food and drink enough to keep us all in a stupor until daybreak on Sunday, at which point we will drag ourselves home to nurse our respective hangovers. I'm looking forward to this.
|||107675270702904289|||This is me at 3am