I'm exhausted.

My 4-year-old climbed into my bed at 5:45 this morning. I kept trying to go back to sleep, but he was rolling around restless, laying down, sitting up and kicking me the whole time.

After 15 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore:

"What's the matter??"

"I'm waiting for Halloween."

HALLOWEEN??

I'm waiting for you to start college, but you don't see me in your bed kicking YOU in the balls, do you? It's OCTOBER 3RD.

I'm gonna start keeping a bag of Snickers in my nightstand. He's really cute, but I'm too tired for this.