Yawn

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever sleep 8 hours again. Last night I was up with Jake at 1:30, got him down...up with Will at 2, got him down at 3:30 after a bottle and the two of us watching a gripping 20/20 on 'gender-cide" in India, and then, when I finally think I can go back to bed, I notice someone breaking into my neighbor's car. I chase him off (I wanted to yell "Dude, I'm so f&$#%ing tired and don't have time for this sh#t!!!" but instead I politely yelled "I see you and I'm calling 911!" - from behind my jasmine bush in case he had a gun), and THEN I waited for the cops to arrive so I could give a "description" of the shadowy figure that took off running down our road when he heard my threat (apparently "I'm sure it was a man and he had to be young -he ran so fast!" wasn't good enough for San Jose PD). Then it was up at the crack of dawn for a conference call with Chennai where I had to try so hard to contain myself from asking about "gender-cide." It's only Tuesday and I already feel like superwoman. A totally exhausted superwoman... but an exhausted superwoman with the cutest boys in the world! (Look at that damn face!)