We were away this weekend. Work and play.And while the girls slept better than on other overnights away, I still feel as though I am enduring some archaic form of torture through sleep deprivation. I pledge to post soon…I have a huge deadline looming for this Thursday, bear with me until then. I think the 8 bazillion thread count of the sheets and the raw silk of the duvet cover agreed with Avery.
So there’s this lady, see. She’s widely read. Hugely popular. Enormously funny.Bigger than lifeLargely revered.A colossal success.Monumentally witty.A giant of the blogosphere. She’s practically bursting with… BABY! Luckily she has an incredible friend,
Put down your pen.Stop typing.Turn off the radio. Just shut everything out and lose yourself in this brilliance:
Thanks to Mrs. Chicken for visiting yesterday. You are an incredibly talented writer and a kind person. I loved spending time with you. I’ll be visiting your site often for a chance to read something special. I think I may have mentioned in passing that there have been some sleep issues here. Passing, ha! I know I’ve gone on ad nauseum, but what’s a girl to do? It’s a huge issue. Things are compounded lately with Sean working until midnight at least 3 nights a week, Avery waking three times between 11 and 4 and me not being able to fall asleep. I can be tired, tired, oh so tired I think my eyes might just start to bleed and still I cannot find…