a little obsessive maybe

I feel like I'm on my millionth night of interrupted sleep. Last night the two of them took turns being up, so they pretty much covered the entire night. I managed to drag my ass through today at work despite Michael's insistence I call in sick and sleep and through tonight. Well mostly tonight, I did drift off while attempting to watch Hell's Kitchen. And now Mike's folding the laundry(!!) after giving me strict orders to hit the hay. And I think for a change I'm going to listen to him. So folks, this will have to do for a post tonight. What does that say about me that I couldn't go to bed without saying something? I promise something marginally better for tomorrow.