I should be, but I'm not. I don't even know why I'm awake. Okay, I do:

1. I'm out of sleeping pills. My new scrip for Sonata awaits me at Target, but I can't pick it up yet (see #3).

2. I watched "Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire" with DH tonight, mainly so I could explain what almost everything was to him. I got sick of him asking me on a nightly basis who Sirius Black was, and what's the deal with that Moldy Mort guy anyway.

3. We're supposed to take the kids bowling with friends on Friday, and DH doesn't get paid until Saturday, and I don't get paid until the 30th.

4. I'm very oddly craving disgusting soda flavors.

5. The baby wakes up about every other hour and cries briefly. I don't think he likes sleeping in his own space, and I'm pretty sure he's pissed that even though he complains this way every night, we still don't bring him into our room or something. You'd think by now he'd catch on. Or we would.

6. Money. Work. Grad school. Kids. Medical bills. Doctor appointments. Work. Benjamin's birthday. Glasses. Mother-in-law coming back in. Target. Work. Costco. Chanukah gifts. Making a menorah with/for Jacob. Holiday thing for my employees. Stamps. Christmas gifts. Flu shots. Allergy shots. Cats' shots. Library. Oil change. Contacts. Squeaky brakes. Bad hair. Camera battery. Water filter. Dental implant. Borat. Laundry. Mess. Cat food. Formula. Prescriptions. Bitch letter to insurance. Holiday cards. Nope. Nobody thinks I should be on Ritalin again. They're right, I'm sure.