Oh yeah.  There’s nothing like a baby on a time change to put a little extra spring in your step.  Or a little extra baggage under your eyes.  No, really–I enjoy waking up at 4:45 in the morning.  Almost as much as I enjoy cutting hound dog toenails.  It just hacks me off a teensy weensy bit that she goes back to sleep instantly, whereas I toss and turn, beat my pillow, and check the clock every five minutes in some sort of psychotic, sleep-deprived, delirium-induced ritual.  Hopefully this is not indicative of what to expect for the upcoming month.  Because there’s nothing worse than a grumpy Santa.  Bah humbug, already.

So, I just had a birthday the day after Thanksgiving.  Which was actually quite nice, once we got past the baby plane vomiting incident.  And no, I did not turn 45, regardless of what the stinkin’ Wii fit says.  That has got to be the most masochistic birthday present ever.  I mean, I did ask for one, which demonstrates that I’m obviously a glutton for punishment.  But seriously, to add 7 years to my actual age just because I can’t stand on one leg and balance without my foot looking like it’s having a seizure?  Totally unfair.  It’s not like the darn thing can actually see my wrinkles.  Or can it?  CAN IT?  And I fail to see what’s wrong with missing a measly eight gates on the downhill slalom game.  I mean, if they were all that important, they should really think about putting them closer together.  Like in a straight line.

I don’t know about you, but so far, I’m finding 38 to be a bit of an awkward age.  It’s too old for mini-skirts, yet too young for a mid-life crisis.  Maybe I could combine the two and have a mini crisis.  Which is in the works if that baby keeps waking me up butt early.  How can I be expected to assume crazy balancing poses  when I can barely keep my eyes open?  On second thought, maybe I should try closing them the next time I slalom–it could only be an improvement.

I guess I’ll give the Wii fit another chance–’tis the season, after all.  But seriously–if I see “Wow, your wrinkles look way more pronounced this morning–Add five more years to your Wii age,” up on the screen, I’m getting out the jackhammer.