So. Very. Tired.
For anyone wondering, nine hours of parenting down, seventy years to go (if I figure the average age lived for the women in my family).
I know we're in the honeymoon phase, but this is one cool kid.
Return each and every piece of clothing we've amassed for another size.
Run the heck out of the dogs before he comes over tomorrow.
Convince the border collie mix that the kiddo isn't a strange new breed of sheep.
Get the magnetic poetry off the fridge.
Drop the bedframe a few inches.
Trim the cat's nails.
Try again to contact kiddo's SW.
Cook huge batch of reheatable dinners.
Finish painting train set.