Oh. My. Goodness.
I rarely admit defeat. Okay...I NEVER admit defeat. And I won't be starting here - but holy time warp, Batman...where do the hours go???
For example, the last time I checked today it was almost 11. Now it's 3:03. I haven't showered or washed dishes or organized the diaper bag for our trip out of the house this afternoon. I haven't done a load of laundry or paid our bills or cleaned up my fake "office" that has taken over the dining room table. I haven't put together Dad's Father's day gift or swept the kitchen or even sliced the yummy loaf of bread I picked up at the grocery store to snack on. I haven't gone outside to play with Dude or cleaned up the coke that exploded in the fridge (or had my caffeine for the day, now that I think about it). I haven't trimmed my fingernails or started Lucy's baby book. I haven't even brushed my teeth. How's THAT one for you.
But Lucy has chosen today to be awake. She's not fussy - she doesn't cry. She just wiggles and kicks and coos and make me smile and laugh and want to stare at her for about four more hours.
But I do think I will cut this short to brush my teeth (and get some caffeine).
