Friday, August 24, 2012

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.

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