All children woke up, many babies screamed for a long time, I had insomnia, and Elizabeth woke an hour early. In spite of this we've had a good day, with a visit to see Judith, Isaiah, and Aaron, a slight case of hypoglycemia on the way home but nothing serious, and frozen pizza for dinner. Plus broccoli. Nat ate about two cups of broccoli. He won't die of scurvy this week.
I'm not sure if I'm up to letting the babies shriek it out again tonight, although I should, because otherwise last night was for nothing. I went outside to put some garbage out and found our next door neighbours listening and concerned that something was very wrong, but reassured them that the babies were just angry and lonely. I do not actually line their cribs with spikes and broken glass, although they seem to think I do.
So tired. I think I will either go to bed (it isn't eight yet) or lie down on the couch.
Still haven't done the butter chicken/mac'n'cheese thing, although Alicia said it made her think of butter chicken poutine, which is one of the other best foods in the world (for American or or international readers, fries with butter chicken and cheese on top). I might make it on Sunday and inflict it on Colleen and Jeff.