The problem with getting ready for bed is that it kind of wakes you up. And then you lay in bed thinking:
I was so sleepy watching Family Guy not twenty minutes ago and yet, now here I lay staring at the ceiling and humming the words to Happy Tapping With Elmo.
Sigh.Sleep has been a crazy struggle for me since Mr. Max arrived. It's all worth it since I love him more than my sonic toothbrush. And I really love clean teeth.
I am always tired. Always. I am pretty sure that I'm so tired is the National Anthem of Momhood.
Last night I was applying my many time fighting-superhero-anti wrinkle creams and lotions, (curse you non safe for nursing Botox and your smoothness!) finishing up getting ready to pass out (or sing Sesame Streets Greatest Hits, either one) and just longing for my squishy pillow.
The last step of my evening ablutions applying psycho amounts of hand cream and chapstick and of course taking my belved Zoloft. So I popped my pill and...
Wait. Oh, crap. That wasn't my medicine. It was the PUPPY BEAR's medicine!
I took. The dog's. Medicine.
Ah, well. It's only Prozac. Yes, the dog is also on anti anxiety meds. You can take the Puppy Bear out of L.A. but you can't take the L.A. out of the Puppy Bear.
This weekend I'm gonna stick some shades on him and take him shopping in a high end doggie stroller.
What are your weekend plans?
Have a good one...and stay out of the dog's meds for the love of Ray J.