sometimes your dreams get crushed to little teeny tiny pieces.
Remember how I asked you to wish me luck and/or sleep? Yeah, that didn't work out all that well.
I finished up checking my mail and was about to head for a nap. Girl1 came in and refused to leave. The girl was loud. The boy woke up. The mother cried.
The kidlets are all sleeping, so I'm gonna fold the last of the laundry, put another load on, then get my exhausted bum to bed.
'Night all. Last one out of the blog turn off the lights.