The current state of things

For as often as I think about how I'd like to get more sleep and lose my squishy midsection, I do realize that I've got it pretty good. No, I've got it great. E is a good baby. I feel like we lucked out when it came to Baby Temperament Options. T is all-hands-on-deck, all the time and is great with letting me sleep in and do things with my friends in exchange for a nap and some time with his friends at ESPN. My parents like to smuggle E away from us whenever possible and consistently help out one day a week when work schedules are nutty. I have help cleaning my house and grocery shopping--and jobs that we like, no less, that allow us to pay for these luxuries.

I guess the point I'm trying to make (mainly for myself, really)--is: Seriously, sleep? It could be a lot worse.

Really, lady, stop your complaining.