I have a cold.
So my ultra sweet husband got up and took the kids to school yesterday and I slept in until 11:30.
So when he went to bed at 11:30 tonight (last night really) I wasn't tired enough to sleep yet.
So I stayed up and hunted for houses on the Internet, which is a really stupid thing to do since we close on our house next Thursday. Luckily, I didn't find anything even remotely interesting.
So I turned on the TV and started watching the USA Softball team slaughter De Paul on ESPN2, which reminded me of how much I love softball, even though the stress of coaching my daughter's team has sucked the joy right out of the game and made me declare that we won't coach or play next year.
So now I've changed my mind and I am somehow going to miraculously turn my daughter into a stellar player in the next ten months, so that she'll love the game and won't ever cry when she strikes out.
So I've spent the last hour online researching softball leagues and camps in Virginia.
So now it's 3:16 a.m. and I'm wide awake.
And I have a cold.