The Day in Bullets

I have a big, rambling post in my head, but it's all philosophical and I'm too tired to state it clearly, so here's the breakdown of my day:

• Number of hours Quincy actually slept last night: 3

• Number of hours he spent moaning in his sleep every 2 minutes: at least 2, maybe 3

• Number of hours I slept: maybe 4
  

• Number of hours the husband slept in blissful ignorance: around 8

• Number of times I was annoyed at work tonight: 5+

• Number of times I was called a trouble maker: once

• Number of times I was called an angry young woman: once

Two people actually called me young tonight. One thought I was 26. It made my night. Well, that, and the fact the Quincy is asleep in his bed right now not moaning (I probably just jinxed myself there!)