Its a mystery

It is a mystery why I can stay wide awake when I have fun things to do like chatting on MSN, writing for money or write for fun.

Yet, I feel like banging on the wall when my baby refused to sleep when he was very young.  Those nights when I had to work in the morning and I couldn’t get a decent sleep at night is suicidal.  I sometime wish I could faint and get stuff into the hospital for a long nap.

And am I glad that I no longer have to deal with night feedings.  Woohoo, hallelujah!