I'm here typing while Titus is in his crib- awake and jabbering away at his... I don't know, there's nothing in there with him. He woke up at 5:30 this morning after going to bet at 10 last night... didn't feel the need to nap until 11 and then it was barely an hour. Now, after fighting me to go to sleep for a good half hour, he's spry and alert and probably in no way going to take a nap. I'm exhausted! I am really just here to organize myself into some semblance of inteligent being rather than just lie on the floor in his room and whimper. *sigh* he's maybe starting to cry, I guess that means another round of picking up, rocking and trying to set him down so I can have a shower. Maybe I'll just sling him and go work in the yard and drench myself with the hose. It's only a little bit above 100, so it won't be bad, right?
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Poor mama.



