Okay, Jack. Just about over this "up-every-two-hours" phase. You, my good, tiny sir, had better start walking soon or getting those teeth through or whatever it is that's inciting you to wakefulness so frequently, because I am SO OVER IT. So is Daddy.
So tired. So tired of talking about how tired I am. So bored by it all.
Hey! I started the 30-Day Shred again this weekend! WHEE. My workout clothes have once again taken up permanent residence in the downstairs bedroom and I am once again reminded that I can't do pushups worth a damn. Also, this time around I have a non-walking child that requires a lot of carrying still, so that incredible start-up soreness is EXTRA FUN.
I seem to be into the all-caps today. Sorry about that. BUT NOT REALLY.
Just heard Charlie come downstairs. Have to go care for some children now. Supposed to snow all day. Good times ahead. (And no complete sentences, apparently.)