What's become of me?

At one point in my life, I was a night person. I stayed up late and slept in until noon. But then life happened and I started having actual responsibilities that prevented me from sleeping the day away. When I was 19, I worked in the evenings and the only morning responsibilities I had were college classes, and duh, everyone knows the attendance at morning classes in college are optional.

A few seasons ago, I had an unhealthy addiction to "Lost." I watched that show religiously and I will even admit to looking up details about the episode the following day. I wasn't quite as diehard as some who spend time in Lostie chat rooms and read about every theory on every Lost blog on the Internet (you know who you are) but I was definitely caught up in the island and the numbers and the hatch and everything else and found myself theorizing about the Dharma Initiative and The Others at various moments througout the day. I looked forward to Wednesday nights almost as much as I looked forward to Thursday nights in college. Almost.

And then I gave birth to an adorable, perfect, wonderful little energy-sucker (and watched the season finale of Lost while in labor in the hospital) and my days of being a night-owl were restricted to middle of the night feedings and rocking of said energy sucker. From that moment on, my energy levels have been at their highest in the morning and pretty much not existent by around 9 p.m. And 10 p.m.? Forget about it. Add the first trimester of a pregnancy to the mix and I'm lucky I'm not falling asleep right here at my desk while I type this (actually, I kinda am a little).

Now, after working all day, chasing the energy-sucker around the house all evening, feeding her, giving her a bath and getting her ready for bed/putting her to bed, then making (the adults) dinner and cleaning up, it's a miracle I get my teeth brushed, let alone have the mental capacity to decipher how Ben was able to manipulate the time/space contiuum.

I think it's time for Tivo.