I have been up since about 4:45 this morning. I was awake for at least an hour before that, maybe two. POSSIBLY TWO HOURS.
Grace has been replaced by a monster. Her new name is Molar Girl.
Whoever the fuck invented teething is on my shit list forever and ever. FOREVER AND EVER. Both for the sake of my breasts and in retaliation for my lack of sleep. I really wanted to sleep in a bit today. Instead I sat reading books to Molar Girl in hushed tones so as not to wake my sister.
Naturally, Grace eventually fell back to sleep but I did not. Because life is unfair.
Then the kitchen sink backed up and no amount of plunging is fixing it and we left a message for management but it is Sunday so if we’re lucky maintenance will show up sometime tomorrow morning. (I propose that we go buy a bucket and just take apart the sink. I think I am going to be outvoted.) But on the PLUS SIDE, which I all-caps with no intended sarcasm, Will’s dad is in town and today we are going to a farm to pick strawberries. I’ve never taken the children picking and I am pretty sure they are going to LOSE THEIR MINDS WITH JOY. So there is that to look forward to. I expect it will be really, really good.
Also I made cinnamon rolls. FUCK YEAH.