Here, with a bad headache. I'm going to shred a crockpot full of chicken, put some dishes in the washer, and go to bed. Everyone send sleep through the night vibes to Nat, please- he hasn't in about a week. He wakes up with nightmares and then throws mini-tantrums when we won't stay in his room. It gets old fast. No, we don't stay in his room, and no, I don't believe that he needs to get up and play at midnight, either.
Blah. Anyway, it's Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday, and that's good.