04.04.09 :: 7:09 pm
like, i want to die all the time now.
sweet, sweet death.
i'm exhausted from being exhausted all the time and there's no sign that this newest development is going anywhere any time soon so we may as well take it in and accept it as our own.
dude i am so tired i don;t even know what i'm talking about...
yeah so he wakes up three hours after we put him down for the night and then he's just up and ready to party and if we try to put him back to bed he screams like he knows the neighbors will get worried.
i feel drunk. would that i were so lucky.
he's almost 9 months old and yet the kids in his playgroup his age are half his size.
all the other babies are still in delicate little crib shoes.
my baby is a giant.
in relationship news, the mister bought me a present from a clothing store and it was so nice and unexpected.
dude i'm so tired. so tired.
i love how i think i'm going to want another baby.
i feel like i'm writing in english but through a web translator.
i'm going to stop now before i start making sense.