Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired

I’m getting older. My recent birthday was proof of that. So are the multiplying, although not earth-shattering as of yet, wrinkles that appear when I smile. And when I don’t. So is the fact that it used to be quite easy for me to keep my weight in check and nowadays it’s quite a different story. Stupid extra seven or eight pounds that just came out of nowhere!

And so, I suppose, is the fact that I’ve been having trouble sleeping over the past few months. Just a few nights scattered about in that time period, but it sucks nonetheless. Last night I might have logged five, if I’m lucky.

Is it age? I’m not sure. I’ve never had borderline insomnia before. But we’ve also had our fair share of stress over the past few months. Maybe the stress is responsible for all of the above.

Either way, I need a vacation. V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N. Please.

The only version of that I’ll be able to snag for now is our two-day trip to Chicago. We take off tomorrow. All three of us. For some kid-friendly activities in my favorite city. And the forecast has improved over the last few days. Woo-hoo! We’ll be meeting up with the lovely Sarah and her family during our trip too.

See ya when we return!