My 3am prayer sounds like this. Ironically, it is also my 1am prayer, my 2am prayer, my 4am prayer.... You get the idea.
Dear God,
PLEASE let the babies sleep for a three-hour stretch. I really, really need some sleep. I hardly recognize myself when I look in the mirror anymore. I know you have a lot on your plate, what with the war and global warming and all, but it would sure help me out if you could make my babies sleep.
As I pray, I think about Marcia Cross. I think about how she is probably NOT reciting the same prayer. I think about how she is probably sleeping away while her nannies and night nurses tend to her twins. And I am jealous for just a moment.
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