Just whining...

I'm so tired. Like seriously, bone wearyingly tired.

For some reason I can't get comfortable. Oh yeah. Perhaps it's because of The Belly combined with a three-year-old who can't sleep in his own room because of the shadows and a husband who's snoring because of allergies.

I come home from work just as Joseph gets up from his nap, begging, "Play with me, Mommy!"

I try to get to bed early, but even with an amazing husband who chips in on the household chores, there are counters to wipe (to prevent Ant Attacks) clothes to lay out (to prevent morning craziness) and emails to check (to prevent insanity).

I'll get over the grumpiness and the tiredness soon. I'm optimistic that way. But, for the moment, I'm whining. Sympathetic vibes appreciated.