Yaaawwwn. I'm tired. Still waiting to feel like I've adjusted to working full-time again. Poor Jack with his allergies, he can't help it that he snores to wake the dead. Okay, maybe I do too,
when I sleep. And Blue, what? now that mommy is gone all day 2:00a.m. is suddenly a great time to play football? And Chris, with 3:00a.m., 4:00a.m.... bathroom calls? Okay, that one is beyond our control but tiring anyway. And Eric, just because he scored GTA IV on opening day (don't go there- he's 21) doesn't mean 24/7 is a good idea. Robert, at least he got his phone taken away for a bit, so no all night convos with the sweetie.
My window of sleep time isn't that great to begin with... with my mind going over the new job info, the sewing, magnet making, show prep, packaging, shipping, promoting, oh yeah- and the good shows are back on. I hate whining, especially when it's me, but did I tell you I'm tired?