sweet dreams

{the good:} 

last night matt dreamt that little m was describing to him what it sounded like to hear, 

and he woke up crying. 

(i can't wait.)

{the bad:}

he also had a dream that involved me getting devoured by a lion. 

except for an arm, or some other random limb. 

ouch.

{the ugly:}

i was up until 3 am working on a greeting card deadline for papyrus, so no dreams for me. here's my thing: 

i hate that i work so well at night when all is quiet. 

it's great and all in the still of the night, but right now at 8 in the morning? 

i'm in a sleep coma.

how can i feel completely awake and normal at 3 am and then at 6:18 am, 

when little m wakes up and starts crying because she wants out of her crib,

i feel like a lion has partially devoured me and i am barely alive?

because that's how i feel right now.

like a partially-lion-devoured-sleep-coma-survivor-with-abba-songs-running-through-my-head*

*i had the movie mamma mia on in the background while i worked...

(don't judge- you know you love the song dancing queen)