Had an interesting day yesterday. A lot of talking and drinking too much really good beer.
And today I'm a bit tired and unhappy with my lots of beer.
A moment ago I had a thought, which like many of my realizations about myself made me laugh.
In the time it took me to start this post, I *forgot* what I was laughing at.
If I didn't have to get the 7 year old to school, I would most likely be back in bed right now, listening to birds sing.
But instead, I will be waking and bathing my boy - he's gotten very tricky lately and gets out of baths both here and at his dad's. Since he's so young, he doesn't stink, but a bath thrice a week won't kill him, right?