Thomas just tried to split his head open on our bedframe, Nat's incredibly cranky and screamy, and the girls are having an I've Been Abandoned!!! fit upstairs. If I go to bed at eight-thirty, but am woken up about fiteen times (not exaggerating- Nat twice, Geoff once, Thomas twice, girls about ten times corporately), how much sleep did I actually get? Answer: Not Enough.
Frozen pizza or black bean tacos for lunch. With gin. I wish I drank gin.