What Happens When . . .

You have something you want to post about, but forget it the moment you open the “Add New Post” screen? You get random thoughts.

Like why do my boys insist on sleeping for everyone but me? For example: on Thursday night, Little Bear was up crying until roughly 11:30 p.m. [He was over tired because he'd had a poor nap and we got home late from dinner with friends.] I expected he’d sleep in a little the next morning.

He woke up at 6 a.m.

Butter does similar things to me. I think they have a secret pact against me ever getting a decent amount of sleep.

And this. This was me on Friday afternoon. I was trying to scrub the floors in, well, most of the downstairs. I got the breakfast bar, kitchen, and dining area done before I gave up:

And also this:

This will likely be me tomorrow:

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