Counting Sheep

There comes a point of diminishing returns, for anything, really and for some reason children come to mind.  That may more likely apply to teenagers, although I do not know from experience, at least yet.   For me, though,  it is lying there pretending that I may eventually go back to sleep.

Morgan woke me up at 4am this morning for a slumber party in her room.  Waking up at 4am is nothing new.  I wake up frequently at 4am-I think that my girlfriend's baby A. sends vibes to wake me up so that Shannon has someone who understands what it is like to be ready for bed at 3pm.  Anyway, Morgan has very vivid dreams and apparently she had a dream that John Kerry and Nancy Pelosi had teamed up to fight Obama.  I personally think that Nancy Pelosi could kick Obama's ass, but of course, we all know that she would be more likely to kiss it.  I assured Morgan that the villains were keeping to their own and that the GOP are still in it to win it.  Satisfied, she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep. 

Me-not so.  At 5am I give in, get up,make coffee, turn over the laundry, fold the laundry and it is still only 5:30.  Oh, and I will inevitably be late for work @ 9am.