It could be worse

It's 3:30 a.m.

I am wide awake.

Frown.

I feel like crying because I am tired, my ears are ringing, and I can't sleep. Is this going to end?

I heard someone rumbling around in the kids' room. I went in there. Joseph threw up. Ugh.

What now?

I've watched all 5 seasons of LOST from beginning to end twice in the past three months. I'm about to start all over again. There's nothing else worth watching.

Things could be worse, right? I shouldn't complain. But I'm tired of being tired.

At least the weather is bad. Brad hasn't been at work since before Christmas. I'm thankful for that. I usually don't fall asleep until 4 a.m. Then I only sleep until 9 or 10. But at least I can sleep for that long. I haven't had to worry about kids at the crack of dawn.

Brad has to go back to work eventually.

But, it could be worse.