It's already 8:35 a.m. - that's what I get for sleeping until 7!

As some of you may know (since you follow me on Facebook also, yes I am that popular!) Isabella has not been sleeping through the night for most of her life. However, it has been especially bad lately. She seems to be getting in what seems like every single tooth that she will ever get in her entire life. Like, I think she is even 2 year molars. Which I don't think is humanly possible. But this child has been miserable. She has successfully made all of the rest of us miserable while dealing with this.

So last night we were out late and I didn't get the girls home and in bed until about 10:30, okay - it was more like 11 but I feel like a bad parent saying that. They were sleeping at Nunna and Papa's so I guess my "strict" parenting didn't go to complete waste by waking them up to get them home. {When in actuality Isabella (teething baby vampire) was up and playing because she gets to do whatever she wants at Nunna and Papa's} I got them home and in bed, I slide in bed and instantly fell asleep since I haven't gotten more then 5 hours of solid sleep in the past week.

So, at 6:50 a.m. I woke up with my heart racing and sweat all over my body feeling like something was wrong. No one had cried, screamed, or started talking to themselves yet and it was almost 7 a.m.!!! I slept from 11:15ish until 6:50. HOW EXCELLENT! And now my stupid internal clock had to set itself off and kill off the rest of the 30 minutes I could have slept until a child woke up. Stupid clock.

You don't realize how much you can get done when you wake up at 5:30 because you are in such a zombieatic state that you are lucky if you don't flush a kid down the toilet or put one in the dishwasher. As I sit here letting the time waste away, while I should be getting ready for the 30 people that are coming over for my brats' birthday parties, I can't help but think how much my life has changed in the last two years. I mean what the hell did I do with my time? There was NO reason and I mean NONE for any of our apartments, cars, or this house (before kids) to have been messy or dirty. I don't even remember what it is like to sleep past 7. On some rare occasions when the Hubbs is feeling bad for me he lets me sleep until 8 or 9 (feels like all the holidays rolled into one!), but how in the hell did I ever sleep past noon and then feel the right to still feel sleepy?!

I remember at one time thinking, I could NEVER function on less then 8 hours of sleep. HARDY fucking HAR HAR - what was I thinking? If I could talk to that carefree sleep loving bitch now - I would say CHERISH every moment you sleep!! One day sleep will be come a chore - that has to occur when you could be cleaning the floors, doing laundry {that will NEVER end}, cooking something, or organizing something. Sleep isn't even enjoyable anymore. When I lay down I am running through all the things that happened that day, what needs to happen the next day, and to remember that the dog groomer is coming this week. Crap - I forgot about that just until now. I have a calendar that I write everything down on....I just need to remember to look at that thing!

So - now I have successfully wasted another 22 minutes by writing this post...which I think is success in the making since, I still haven't showered, gotten the girls dressed, done their hair, cleaned up, or started the marinara sauce that I decided to make from scratch to save money to dip the homemade garlic bread in....why do I think I can be Martha freaking Stewart sometimes? I need to remember that I do not have a full production crew along with a gazillion dollars to get things done!!!!! Any way - another minute wasted and Isabella is asking for more milk, while biting my knee with those damn new teeth...bastard teeth!