Actually, it's only 11:06 but I think my blog publishes with false times. Still, for me it's late. At this house, John and I look at each other and roll our eyes when someone suggests watching an hour-long show starting at 9:15. Not. Gonna. Happen.
What's happened to us?
It's sleep deprivation. Five long years of sleep deprivation. In fact, the number of non-interrupted nights of sleep I personally have had in the last 5 years can be counted as 5, and that's thanks to my sister, who baby-sat my puking kids while we were in San Francisco.
Actually, scratch that. I was definitely not sleeping well then, either, because I was pregnant and puking myself. And had shin splints from walking the hills that wouldn't quit.
Not really a lot to say tonight. The kids and I watched Shark Tales, and John went out to the inaugural meeting of Dad's Club. (I've received several iPhoto updates, and it looks like he is having a great time.)
It kills me that my youngest baby can sit on my lap and watch a movie. Can say "scary!" when it's scary. And "fish in water!" when it's just ordinary. He's a baby, isn't he? Anything under 2 qualifies, right?
After I helped the kids brush their teeth, cleaned up (another) poop mess, wiped down the kitchen counters, and sighed, I opened Lucy's door and threatened to take Bunny Baby away for the night if she didn't get back in bed. (It turns out she was merely getting her Barbies ready for bed...don't I know that they also need pajamas.)
And then I sat down to watch The Ugly Truth, which wasn't that great by Oscar standards, but made me laugh.
I'm still wondering how my iTunes got erased from the computer, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my teenage siblings-in-law are to blame.
But this is small stuff. In the big picture, as my Dad says, I'm on easy street now.
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