Some Birthday

It's my birthday. I am 45. Bald man rearranged his schedule so we could spend the day together. It is now noon. What have we done? I am still recovering from the tummy troubles from the Puke Factory incident and Bald man woke up this morning with the symptoms. So far we have both taken naps today. Hey, not that I am complaining about that! Naps to me are heaven. When Little Man joined our family, even though I had already been through many years of what I thought was sleep deprivation, let me tell you, I HAD NO IDEA! This child did not sleep. He was 3 1/2 months old when he joined our family. And the child never slept. Never napped. Night time. oh my gosh, he woke up, and I wish I was kidding when I said this, every 15 minutes. Is it the drug use from the uterus? His rare genetic syndrome? A combo of both? Who knows. I about lost my mind until he was 18 months and we were able to convince a doctor they either needed to drug the kid or put his parents in the funny farm. He does better now. Only up about twice a night. With drugs. (we are not discussing his nightly seizures right now) Our family motto now? Better living through Pharmacology. But 8 1/2 years of sleep deprivation of varying degrees has made me think that good sleep is akin to the best chocolate or the best sex in the world. My first birthday present of the day? A dang good nap! My next act? Go to the video store and rent a movie. I think Bald man and I will be snacking on popsicles and drinking Sprite. Happy Birthday to me!