I used to pride myself on never being able to take a nap during the day.

No matter how tired I was, I just could not get comfortable enough to fall asleep in broad daylight.

My, how things have changed.

Thanks to my toddler’s erratic sleeping habits as well as my desperate need for 27 hours in the day, I find myself constantly jerking myself awake from a snooze session on the couch.  This is pathetic because I’m supposed to be watching my kids, not snoring in an upright position.  I never know if I’ve been dozing for five minutes or a half an hour, but either way, it ain’t a good thing.

But try as I might, I just can’t help myself.

And I also used to think that I was a great parent, judging myself on the Munchkin and how superior (of course!) he was to all other children.

Well, my daughter has cured me of that conceit, and I have finally admitted to myself that parenting is just one huge crap shoot.

I’ve also realized the odds of me winning the lottery are pretty much nil, and I’m past the point where I can run away with some rich oil tycoon.

Yep.

I’m bummed.

So much for my not complaining on a Wednesday, eh?