I am happy to report my return to the functional/happy side of myself- with sleep and support from my dear hubby and S-L-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-P......

Last night I stopped by a friend's house, where Liam was spending the night. I hadn't seen him all day and I wanted to slobber on him a little (to his outward chagrin). Well, two hours later, I was still there, belting out tunes from the eighties, in a rousing duet, on the PlayStation version of "SingStar." We don't currently own a game system (ahem....cough cough...Santa is coming...cough cough) so I had no idea the fun I was apprently missing out on. At certain points I felt sure Liam wished I would just go home- really, people, no self-respecting boy wants their mother crashing in on time with their buds, then going the extra embarassing mile of dancing around the livingroom in some frenzy, while attempting to rock to the music of Blondie. But, I felt at once, like my old self- totally revived. Sorry son- a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.