I think I need to force myself to take a nap.
Yesterday, I shaved one leg twice (boy was it smooth!), leaving the other one, well, ummm, stubbly would be putting in nice.
Today, I opened the pantry to find a gallon of milk. I quickly decided it hadn't been out of the fridge too long (hopefully), and put it back. Maybe I better double check to see if the milk actually made it back into the fridge.
I've tried putting Ian's enormous diapers on poor little Laurel. I swear the look on her face said, "Are you crazy woman?"
I looked her squarely in the eyes and replied back, "Why yes, yes I AM! See what happens when you wake up Mama twice in the night."
Too many times today, I've gone into another room to do something and forgotten what it was. I hate that! Then I'm in a daze trying to figure out what I'm suppose to be doing.
Look out Laurel, as soon as Ian goes down for his nap, you and I have a date with the sofa.