The Banana Dance

I am so tired...so very very tired. S was up nursing every two hours last night.

As soon as I would begin to dream the crying would begin. I would be dancing the tango with a muscle bound stud in my son's dentist office while holding a banana and waaaa!!!!! I would be playing with my dog who was speaking French and wearing a beret and waaaa!!!! It never stopped.

I am good for nothing today. I should have a warning label that reads: warning do not let this woman operate heavy machinery, get near an oven, talk to people or give anyone directions. But instead I must go on with my day and act as if my brain is not in a dazed state of sleep deprivation.

Last night I kept making a list of things I'd rather be doing than getting up every two hours in my head. I'd rather stand in a line for the bathroom at a crowded sports stadium while really having to pee. I'd rather do my taxes. I'd rather clean the gunk out of my dogs ear. I'm not sure if it helped but at least it proved I could still think.

I am shocked I am able to blog. Although it may be like that very special Family Tie's episode where Alex is taking a lot of vivrin and he thinks he is writing a terrific term paper but when he wakes up in the morning he finds he has written the 20 paged paper all on one page.

You would let me know if I was doing that right? You know what, just let me think I am being witty and perceptive. Who's it gonna hurt?