Eh, what does it matter anyway? It's not like we're going anywhere until the kids are well past 100%, and we appear to be nowhere near as close to that as I thought we were yesterday. The crazy, messy diapers have returned, as well as the fleeting appetites and general malaise.
I, at least, am back to overindulging in Girl Scout cookies again, with very little (immediate) consequence, which is of some comfort, but I've continued to feel more tired than usual, myself.
Despite the help of Nana to get through another Tuesday without Tom, and the opportunity for a short nap before lunch, I'd just about exhausted my physical and emotional limits by 8:00 this evening.
I've spent the last hour staring at my computer, willing a blog post to write itself, but it was not to be.
Apologies for yet another post about nothing, but at least you know there's no baby news to be had. Maybe someone could let me know when I should expect some, myself.