My sleep is so fucked. Insomnia stalks me every night because I keep thinking of house issues.
This was me last night. Let's you and I make a pact that when we can't sleep, we call each other and talk each other to sleep? We'll talk about kids and spouses and house issues and money problems and maybe, eventually, fall asleep to the dulcet tones of each other.
Em continues her tiny-ness. My friend's husband picked her up the other day and looked at me and said, "She weighs what? 10 lbs?" She doesn't - she weighs probably 25 lbs, maybe 30, but still. She's so skinny. She wears some 3T's - if they run small. Otherwise, the legs fit, but the waist is too big. She'll be 3 at the end of November.
Pop Tarts
Happy Birthday Omnis Audis!
Aimee, that's a deal. Only your voice is nicer than mine.
Em is an adorable string bean of a kid.
Aw, crap, askye. Sorry about that, mate.
Happy Birthday, Omnis! And how will you be celebrating the occasion of your natal day?
I'm experimenting with various sleep aids, what with my chronic problem. Thing is, if I take a small amount it doesn't really help but affects me the next day, and if I take a larger amount it might help but affects me more the next day. Can't win. Grargh.
Really worried about falling asleep here. And since it's only second period, that's a Bad.
Caffeine! Cold water! A/C! Stand up and walk around!
(I once fell asleep
while talking to a child
as a result of unwise consumption of Egyptian cough medicine which turned out to contain a soporific, so I feel your pain, love.)
