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If Sleep Is For The Weak, I Must Be Effin' She-Ra

This whole not being able to sleep? The baby doing jumping jacks at 3am? Not so much fun. Insomnia? It blows. Going to sleep at 430am then waking up at 730am? Blows more.

There's nothing like being woken up to the sweet gentle sound of your 6yr old screaming bloody murder for his daddy to wake up. Then, if you look over, you'll see your 4yr old dictator cutting random pieces of paper all over the floor with scissors that you haven't seen since you hid them in the super secret hiding spot that was so superbly secret that you forgot where that spot was six months ago when you hid the damn thing.

This of course is after you came home last night from working a full 8 hour shift and you see that said 4yr old has dumped out all of your sample shampoos, conditioners, hairsprays and lotions. Let's just say that combination of smells, in one small area? Worse than any morning sickness I've had. Ish. At least she did the disposing in a paper bag filled with papers for burning. (We have a wood stove, cuts down on garbage too - score) Of course, after some thought, I realized I can't burn that bag. It's got flammable liquid dried onto the papers. The. house. will. blow. up. Awesome.

I'm going to get together the first batch of boxes to take over to storage today. Then it's off to the store and then the Chunky Monkey's 1st birthday. Yay for being one! Somewhere in there, I'll get a damn nap in, if it's the last thing I do. I shouldn't say that. It probably will be the last thing I do.

Be nice Karma. Please?

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