(as a side note, Brad is happily snoozing away upstairs. Apparently if you ask enough questions, you get out of having to try and lure a toddler to sleep for the 6th night in a row... Note to self)
Where was I? Right. Sleep. How precious it is and how little of it I've had as of late. This is what is known as vacation? If yes, I'll gladly take the equivalent of a 40-hour workweek over this. And if you have any thoughts on how to convince Hunter to let Mommy get a consecutive 5 hours of rest (sans whiskey'ed gums that is) please send them via overnight mail. Lord knows I'll be awake to sign that delivery slip.
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