Or...

...maybe I'm so exhausted in the mornings because I spend the wee hours of the night wrestling with my 3-year-old who has once again snuck into bed with me. Like he did last night. I woke up at 2:00 this morning after Benjamin had managed to simultaneously kick me in the gut and hit me in the face. Once I woke up to take him back to his bed, I realized that I hadn't really slept because I had spent most of the night trying to avoid what Benjamin ended up accomplishing - beating the you-know-what out of his mamma while we slept. He, of course, is none the wiser since he is sleeping peacefully and comfortably knowing that he is snuggled next to his mom. He is completely unaware of the tears of pain and exhaustion that I'm trying to hold back while I lift my lil' heavyweight back to his own boxing ring.