Dear God,

Thank you for the gift of giving life, really.
I love my children and I can not imagine my life without them. However, ahem, why is that in order to get these most wonderful creatures I have to sacrifice my sleep?

My son is four years old and I don't think I've had a decent nights sleep without the assistance of jose cuervo for over four years. I mean come on, we can't honestly exclude the months before the babes are born where we toss and turn like beached whales belly up... can we?
No. I can't.

I would gladly do fourteen hours of labor, again, for fourteen hours of sleep.
Consequitively.

I want to hibernate like a bear. Oh folks, they have it good. They stuff themselves, get fat, and then find a wicked hole to swell in all winter long.

Sad I'm not a bear,
Angelina


P.s. What should I name my carafe, the beautiful wine holder?