Four thirty...four thirty!!!

I'm playing on the music team at the home church today. I have to be up at 0-dark-30 to be there on time, and was a little worried that my alarm wouldn't go off, or I wouldn't hear it, or something. But never fear, this is one of the few benefits of the sketchy third-trimester sleep. A little bit of insomnia made sure I was up with time to spare.

I've decided that you can't judge people's biorhythms (fantastic big word, courtesy of smiller) while they have small children. Of the options, I'm more of a morning person, but you'd never know it since I almost always sleep as late as I possibly can these days. Granted, this is usually no later than 7 am or so, but back in the day I was a 6 am riser, deliberately, so that I could get my jog out of the way. Now it's more like a whiny "Mommy doesn't want to get up, can't we sleep a little longer?" followed by a little-yet-surprisingly-insistent "No, Mommy up. Cereal. Vitamins. Mommy UP!"

Well, no worries. Someday I will be there again, but for now it is what it is. Joy, fun, seasons in the sun, blah blah blah. And this way I get a consistent breakfast and a daily reminder to take my own vitamins while certain little ruffians eat their gummy Nemos.

I'm also wondering if I'm not slightly funnier in the always-a-little-behind-on-sleep state. Alert enough that I'm not totally useless, but falling just short of complete coherence. Kind of like a mild buzz, except without the alcohol.

Cards in the Super Bowl today, and we head for home tomorrow, so I'll likely be offline for a coupla days. Yee-haw...