1. Really. Was probably up, between my own illness and the girls wanting to nurse all the time, about twenty-five times last night. So I'm beyond fried, in the category of looking at food on the floor and knowing I don't care about it.
2. When I was crying from exhaustion a couple of minutes ago, Nat asked me why I was so sad, and then built me a robot out of magnets to cheer me up. And Thomas brought me the Elmo doll to kiss me and make me feel better, loaned me his flashlight, and force-fed me chips. I love my boys.
3. Geoff is probably gone till about three this afternoon, so I really only have to hold on till then. I'm running four loads of laundry and ignoring the other housework.
4. 12-2 is my low time of the day, the time when I feel exhausted and hopeless. If I've slept badly it's nearly a pit of despair. Knowing that it happens and that it passes is a great help, because I try to remember to lower my expectations as much as possible, and focus on surviving.
5. It's either a takeout or frozen pizza night. And I'm going to bed at eight.
6. I'm still trying to read parts of Acedia and Me, but I keep getting sidetracked by blogs and facebook. I'm thinking about giving up both for Lent, but I'm worried that I'll be cutting out a lot of the community that's keeping me sane.
7. We're transitioning the girls into one nap instead of two to make their sleep better, and it seems to be going okay. Last night they had gas and were teething hard, so it was miserable, but they're not waking up and partying.
8 (bonus take) I have been reading the blog The Homesick Texan and now all I want to cook is Tex-Mex, even though that seems to mean a diet entirely made of chiles, beans, meat, and cheese. This might become a problem soon, dietarily speaking. In the meantime, pass the enchiladas.