I missed yesterday’s post. I remembered as my eyes were getting sleepy for my daily nighttime nap. My next thought was ‘fuck it.’ It’s a let-the-baby-wander-around-the-house while I watch as much TV as possible kind of day.
Not much sleep last night, so I feel like a drugged wombat in a circus. That can only mean cold pizza and coffee for breakfast. I’m just sitting down to it now after dealing with a blowout diaper of epic proportions. Plus, I’m homesick.
So I’m tired but I’m TIIIIRED! It’s HARD being alone with two kids! I need a break. Like, a week in Hawaii by myself with a book. Yes, I’ll take two, please. I don’t think I’m game for something like this again. Hear that, dear husband?
Epic diary of caring for two boys. Many farts. 