When I crawled into bed last night I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that today was a “rest day,” no running, no 4:30 wake-up call, no extra load of laundry due to my 3 layers of clothing required when training in freezing temperatures. Little did I know that my two sleeping angels would gang up on me. Between the two of them, I was up every 2 hours. So when Kade was at the bottom of the stairs throwing a screaming fit at 7:00 this morning, I let Kyle deal with it and pulled the covers over my head to drown it out. Bad Mama…no, tired Mama…and if I hadn’t gotten at least another hour of sleep, mean Mama…and nobody wants her around.

The bags under my eyes keep getting bigger, and are beginning to look like something Paris Hilton would be seen toting around.

Would you be caught dead with that bag? I wouldn’t, and I sure as hell don’t want to walk around sporting bags that size under my eyes. So give me some advice- cucumbers, Preparation-H… you name it, I’ll try it…