This morning I was trying to decide if I had enough energy to put make-up on. The bags under the bags under my eyes (yes, read it again) were the deciding factor. I tried my hardest to get out of my pajamas, but only the top half of me made it. I'm still wearing the same sweats.
The weekend was nice, but it's tuesday night already, so it seems a little strange to be reporting our comings and goings. If you must know, Friday night we played with the Stoddards and Lees, and Saturday we took the boys to see Santa and walked around the mall until I almost started hyperventilating thinking about all the germs. We came home, put the kids to bed, wrapped presents and drank marshmallow cocoa until 1am.
Danny is chunky as ever and can't seem to keep his little tongue in his mouth (so cute!). And Morgan's been yelling, throwing things, screaming 'no!' and telling us that we're 'nonny' and that we need to go to time-out. (You don't want to know where I tell him to go.)
I was wondering if it was Friday yet? Or naptime, perhaps?
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Or maybe I won't. We'll see.
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