Eyes Wide Open

Go figure. I can't sleep on the eve before All Hallows Eve. Maybe it's the two dozen mini cheesecakes waiting for their homemade whipped cream hats, or the 50 hot dogs waiting to be mummified, or the pizza dough spider waiting to be constructed. Whatever it is, I'm waiting for the almighty sleep fairy to hit me over the head and knock me out and send my head spinning with miniature birds and stars rotating around me. Alas, no such luck.

I'm not sure I can remember the last great night of sleep I had. Friday night, Robert woke me up twice to tell me HE couldn't sleep. That whole encouraging your kids to share thing is overrated. Saturday night, Haille came home early from a sleepover, AT 2 AM. She knows the garage door code and let herself in after walking home by herself from across the street. Again, why are we teaching her self suffiency if it's going to impact my slumber. And tonight, who has joined me on my eyes wide open journey, Philip the 3 year old, patiently waiting for me to complete this blog so he can play on the iPad. The only kid I can count on to not wake me up is the almost teen, Emma. That's just because she never leaves her bedroom anyway.

So what's my point you ask? I'm sure you're waiting with bated breath for it. Well here it is....I've got nothing. What else do you expect at 3:30 am? :)