Running Errands and Eating Guests

Busy day. Too busy. So busy, in fact, I don't really remember what we did. Well, let's see....grocery delivery for Tina, drive to Mamajo's, have lunch with grandpa/grandma, drive mamajo to Dr Appt,(Dylan took a nap in the car while I read/stared into space and thought about my place in this thing called life) get Mommy, went home, got chinese take out, mamajo and papa ate dinner with us, and it's now 8pm and I feel like someone punched me in the nuts, sucked the contents of the brain out my ear with a toilet plunger, and keeps telling me to get up and fly right. What that hell does that mean? It means....amongst other things, keep on keeping on, put a good face on it, keep putting one foot in front of the other, make it look like you know what you're doing until you find your bed and plunge into sleep or pass out.


Playing our new favorite activity, Elmo puzzle.

Mommy made new ball jammies. Dylan said that these were "alot of fun". Mommy did storytime today because I was passed out on the stairs, I didn't even make it to the bed.