Right now, Claire is dozing on the couch with her daddy, Sam (my best bed-timer) is asleep, and over the monitor I can hear Grace and Lucy singing and playing (both are supposed to be in their own beds). I just want to sit here and veg in front of the computer, surfing and daydreaming. Instead I have to go wrestle the biggest little duck and the littlest little duck into bed. I'm sure I should appreciate how sweet Grace's made up lullaby is for Lucy, and how giggly both little girls are left alone as they are. But it is bedtime. IT IS BEDTIME. It is actually WAY PAST BEDTIME.
Why am I the one so tired at this time of day?
You know the answer to that question! As does every other mom. :)
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