I love these Tuesday night pick-up games. But I fear it's killing me. Mind you, that's just the lazy side of me talking.
Last night Sharon and I forced Eamon to sleep with us (lol...not the other way around, as it usually is with some babies. Apparently our boy is a big boy now and doesn't need us. My heart may have just stopped for a bit there even though I'm obviously being exaggeratey. Me? Separation/anxiety issues? Nahhhhh.). It was really cute because his hand was basically squeezing my double chin. Well, it helped calm me to sleep, anyway.
But then two hours later he started wailing. So I put him in his crib and he promptly fell asleep. Again, he obviously doesn't need us anymore. Le sigh.
Work still feels pretty crappy. Again, I really shouldn't complain because it could always be worse; I could have no job. Especially when it looks like we're going to be going into a recession again. I should just shut up and be grateful.
Excited that some vacations are coming up. I have to start bustin' a move here...
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