sleepless

5:30 was like a nightmare this morning.


I could have sworn it was still the middle of the night when the kids came running into my room demanding cartoons.


I have been forcing myself to function. 


I even took a shower at 6 though I am going to the gym after Becks goes to school.


This happens after too many nights of interrupted sleep.


The kids have taken turns waking up during the night for one reason or another.


Nate is snoring more than ever(even after a trip to the Drs for breath rights, nasal spray, and decongestants.)


And I am feeling some anxiety over some upcoming responsibilities at church.


I hate this feeling.  


I hate anxiety.  


And I have come to notice that even the most menial tasks seem threatening when you are functioning on less then ideal sleep.

So, to sum it up, 
I hate feeling anxious.
I need more sleep.
I know you have been there.


But, this makes me smile.