How Are You?

How many times a day does someone say, "HI, how are you?"  And you reply back, "Fine, thank you." It's the polite thing to do. And they don't really care how you are, it's just obligatory small talk. Sometimes though, I feel like telling them the truth. How I really feel that day. How I feel every day. I just want to say, "I'm so flippin' tired I can't see straight. How are you?"

But since nobody really cares, and you're probably just as tired as I, I'll let my kids over-emphasize my point. (except for Andrew, who apparently doesn't ever get tired anywhere but his bed.)

I'm so tired, I could sleep in my bed....

And his bed.....

And his bed....

And her bed too.

I could sleep with my stuffed dog...

By the potty...

Or lookin' cool with my shades on.

I could fall asleep waiting for dinner....

With dinner in my mouth...

Or dessert.

I could sleep hanging half off the bed.

I could sleep very lady-like.

  And my favorite, hidden completely from view.

It really doesn't matter as long as I get to sleep sometime this decade. So excuse me, I'm going to bed early....so the phone can ring, a kid can start crying, a dog can begin barking, a neighbor kid can blast his stereo down the street, and an alarm clock can go off entirely too early. After all, if I get some sleep it won't be any fun when someone tomorrow asks, "How are you?"