As I sit here at my computer, its 4-something in the MORNING and I have been awake since, oh, 2-something.

Thank you, Annie.

This child-o-mine with her wimpy immune system is sick AGAIN.

Again. AGAIN!

This time, pink eye. Last week, it was a stomach virus… twice.

AND WHO #?*! GETS TWO ?!*# STOMACH VIRUSES IN A WEEK? WHO?

This is the kid who, if you remember, was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and I was told that she has the immune system of a 172-year-old Aids patient, or something like that. She catches everything, in spite of my best efforts.

And when she’s sick, she wants to wake me up in the middle of the night (it never fails). After the resulting adrenaline-jolt from being tapped on the back in the middle of the night, well, there’s no sleeping for me after that.

And sleep deprivation is not my friend.

It causes me to do dumb stuff like sign my name twice to the same document at work.

Yep. One signature right under the other one. Right there, under it…

And that’s just one example. I might look drunk, but I can’t even blame alcohol… though if I were a drinking, partying kinda girl, at least I’d be having fun in the wee hours of the morning instead of stumbling through the kitchen in a drunken stupor looking for Annie’s cough medicine.
While she, adding insult to my injury, sleeps ever-so-peacefully …in my room…