My house has a weekend hangover. Do I say that every Monday? I think so.
Well, it's Monday....and it's true.
Plus, I just did that thing with the baby where you take off the carrier without removing the baby and place her ever so gently, still clad in the carrier, onto your bed and then walk very, very slowly backwards because sweetbabyjeezus you haven't used the bathroom in 9 hours.
And now she's awake. Again.
You guys, what the heck??? For 5.5 weeks we did so well! So well. And now I can barely stand to walk on my carpets in bare feet and people are starting to have to dig through piles of laundry to find something to wear and there's a basket of wet clothes waiting to be hung on the line AND an additional load of wet laundry also in the machine. The assembly line is totally backed up, yo.
I'm still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday. Not pajamas, mind you, because I didn't have the energy to change into pajamas before I fell into bed last night and slept for 17.2 minutes at a time.
My face hurts. You know that feeling? When you're so tired that the skin on your face hurts?
Well, 40% of my children are crying right now. Probably I should tend to them, yes?
Hey, the rosary giveaway ends tonight, so if you haven't entered, HOP TIGGITY-TO IT!
(They stopped crying. Apparently I should ignore them more often.)
Last thing, last thing...I swear. Snapshots from a Sunday is up over at Clan Donaldson and you should clicky clicky to gander. Go!