Thursday, September 3, 2009

I really, really love my kids

What else are you supposed to tell yourself when you're cleaning out the throw-up bucket and you want nothing more than to fall into bed because you're dead tired but you know it's going to be a really, really long night?

I sure wish I had gotten that nap in earlier. I tried, but it just wasn't happening. Why is it that whenever I actually feel like I can fall asleep, something usually gets in the way?

Not that #4 is trying to interfere with my rem cycle, but still. Is it too much to ask for some cooperation from lame-o Evil Body Clock? Sheesh. Of all the nights for it to function properly.

It's so not fair.


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