Good morning and welcome to Friday

As I write this, I'm still not quite awake. Not only am I not a morning person, I haven't been sleeping particularly well. Most nights recently have consisted of constant flipping from one side to the other. I also have the most bizarre dreams, so when I wake up (generally for reasons of flipping) I'm thinking, "what the heck?" As I'm trying to figure out why I would dream we have Sweetiepeas sleep on a balcony on a couch surrounded by piles of junk, I only manage to prolong my sleeplessness. Then their are the nightly boxing matches between my husband and I. His punches come in the way of obnoxiously loud snores and mine, well mine are a bit more like an actual boxing match. - Sorry sweetie - though in my defense he tends to sleep right through my "love taps" and wouldn't know they exist except that I tell him about it the next morning. "Oh, so that's why my arm hurts" he says, then he pouts.
Well this morning before I had the chance to open my eyes (after another long figity night), I heard, "Mommy I want something to eat, and something to drink, I'm hungry and I'm thirsty too. I love you Mommy, Beeza loves you too (his bear), and you love me, and you love Beeza too. May I have something to eat and something to drink?" I woke up enough to say that I love him tons and figured out that he wanted soy milk and oatmeal for breakfast (to which Beeza agreed).
The making of breakfast was a blur, I know his tummy is now full so apparently I didn't forget how to make instant oatmeal (thank goodness - I'd really be in trouble there). Now that I have my tea in hand I'm hoping for the caffeine to wake me up so I can tackle the rest of the morning. I know it's cliche, but Thank Goodness It's Friday!