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Last night was brutal.

There was about three hours of actual sleep. There was more than four hours of glaring at the stupid clock.

Today I had to stay on my feet at all times or all would be lost. And by all, I mean seven perfectly good hours of daylight.

When I am this tired, naps tend to steal my day.

I did everything this morning. I mean, everything. Floors, laundry, cooking, sorting, organizing...

T came home after a few hours of work and we talked while Baby I ran around giggling. My morning had been filled with visits from her in-laws, who I'm beginning to refer to in my head as my in-laws.

We talked about things we needed around the house and things to be done and somewhere in the conversation we eased up on the work stuff and just chatted. I did learn that she is very happy with the way things are going. She told me she thinks I'd make a good teacher in fifteen years when she would be ready for me to leave her. She made my day.

I mean, I'm pretty sure I won't be here for fifteen years...but it was nice to hear anyway.

By mid-afternoon I was losing the battle with my eyelids. They just kept closing.

T made dinner and I tried to converse with R, but I have no idea what she was saying. I half-heartedly tried to feed the baby and then I just gave up.

I watered the garden to kill some time and while I was out there I was thinking that four years ago when I was this tired it was for a completely different reason. I sometimes can't believe that I made it out of my "college" years alive.

What's more, I can't believe it's been this many years!

It feels like just yesterday I was gallavanting around Atown with my little clique, not at all concerned about how many hours of sleep I got or what I would feel like in the morning.

And here I am, practically an adult, counting precious minutes of sleep every night.

And I have been counting down the hours until bedtime tonight. I was washing dinner dishes as they were being used, determined to crash the second the kids fell asleep.

So OF COURSE the baby wouldn't stop crying and OF COURSE E and T had to go out tonight. OF COURSE.

The trick is to not sit down until you don't have to get back up again. So I held the baby and paced his room until he finally passed out.

And then I ran.

And now I'm sitting. And I guarantee you, in less than an hour, I will be snoring.