I'm really tired. I was remembering fondly what quiet, and alone-time, feel like. My glass slippers are still in place, it's just that there are so many Televisions and children on all the time around here. We only have four between us. Kids, that is. We have way more TVs than that. It's a lot of stimulation.
Don asked me today why I am so very tired.
"What have you been doing all night?" He blithely queried.
Michael rolled his eyes so grotesquely, that I feared he might damage himself.
I'm tired. The ice maker is stil noisy all night, there's still a man in my space, and the aforementioned man needs about an hour and a half of sleep each night to function. I need 10 to 12.
Marriage is great. We get so much done, the two of us. You can't imagine how much housework is getting done. And also child-shuffling. Moving and feeding younglings is a big part of our daily routine.
Neither can you imagine how far behind I am on, oh, everything. I owe phone calls, thank you cards, and emails. I'm a loser. A tired loser.
And Dani, I have a card for you at home. No, really.
Back in June, at my birthday, everyone kept telling me that they had a card for me at home. It became kind of funny, really. In truth, I am usually the one who throws myslef a huge old party. This year, with the whole hospital stay and everything, I sort of cancelled my birthday. Now I've cancelled Dani's and also Bentley's. If your birthday has not performed according to your expectations this year, it is likely my fault. Sorry about that.
I was going to say something else. It was probably going to be really funny. I just can't remember what it was. Dang it.
I'll let you know if it occures to me.
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