Living on a Prayer

Each day I am living on a prayer as Bon Jovi sang.  I'm praying that I can get El Porker Bambino to sleep through the night. He must really love his parents a ton because he wants to be up every hour or so to get mommy and daddy cuddles. Well I'm onto him and his antics. He doesn't truly need to see our fabulous faces at 1:00 AM, 2:00 AM, 3:00 AM, 4:00 AM, 5:00 AM, etc. What he needs is some f#$@ing beauty sleep as do I. While I like to carry black bags, I do not like to carry them under my eyes. It is now T minus two weeks till I return to that crazy thing called my job. I'm truly hoping I can function upon returning. A little bit more sleep would definitely help make that transition a more positive one.
On another note, I do not own a scale. I would  become so obsessed with trying to figure out my weight and the weight of my kids that it would probably just break. However, if I was to guesstimate the weight of El Porker Bambino, I'd say every bit of 15 pounds. This kid is so heavy that my back is killing me lately. I guess it is a good thing that I make big kids, but oh my word, they don't have to carry themselves around as I do. It's always cuddle, pick me up and hold me, put me on your lap, yada yada yada-lots of lifting. My arms are starting to get toned like Mike Tysons were before he went nutso and ate an ear.
Lately, my husband has been telling me that I've been extra sweet. I'm starting to wonder if I ever truly was  nice or if there is something that he wants. Usually compliments like that come with requests such as, do you mind if I go out on Friday? I'm just counting down the days till I can see if I win this bet with myself.