I taught my kids that 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8. I may have done them a horrible disservice. Someday they will grow up and have babies of their own and they will, no doubt, think me a liar. I know what 8 hours of sleep feels like. Two hour increments are not. even. close.
Tim got the heck out of dodge, er, uh, I mean, went back to work today. Coward. ;-) To his credit, he spent the day yesterday catching up laundry, cleaning out kids rooms, and keeping the medium-sized people on task. With all that done, I have only a handful of personal goals for the day.
- Update the blog -I am so on top of things!
- Remember to change Bella's diaper more than once all day. Poor kid.
Clearly no one will ever accuse me of being an overachiever. shrug. I'm also looking forward to hanging with my friend Jena (home from Uganda -yeah!) for a while. The second bullet point is really more for her than for me. Hopefully, Justus will still recognize me as "mom" after I defunk. Here are a few photos to close out the post.
Justus chillin' in a warm bath.
Bella patronizing me with a fake smile. Little snot.
Checking each other out.