Last Night...I'm Glad it's Over

So last night started out on the right track.  Warren hooked up our new TV antenna; we get Fox 55 which means 9:00pm news and Packer games come fall.  Anyway, we watched news at 9:00, stayed awake for the entire program and then headed to bed.  So far, so good.  At 11:30 Joseph woke; Warren went in by him and I lay awake in bed until 2am when Warren finally came back to bed.  Still I couldn't fall asleep.  Is it pregnancy insomnia?  Sinus stuffiness?  I don't know.  I don't care.  I just don't want to experience it again.  At 2:30 Joseph woke again.  I went in this time.  I crawled into the single bed and left him in the crib hoping he'd fall back asleep just knowing I was in the room with him.  We both lay their another 15 minutes when I finally decide to lullaby him.  And what song popped into my head first?  99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.  So I started singing and he stopped whining.  At about bottle #94 my conscience kicked in and said BEER?  really?  for a 2 year old?  I had a fleeting thought that I should change it up to Rootbeer on the Wall, but that extra syllable at 2:30 in the morning was more than I was up to.  And I rationalized it with the thought that Warren and I both like beer and we're decent enough people and the song is working to keep him quiet and that really is the ultimate goal.  I kept singing and at 70 Bottles of Beer on the Wall he fell asleep.  It wasn't long after and I fell asleep too.  Morning came awfully early at 6:12 when Joseph woke up whining again.  I put him in bed with Warren and I went for a run.  Running was better than the alternative.