I honestly don't know why I'm still sitting here in front of the computer screen. The lights are a stimulant to my overly-tired brain. Emily napped while I cooked dinner, so she wasn't interested in sleep until well after baby bedtime. This cannot happen again. Starting tomorrow night, I have to start programming my body for the work week. My apartment should be declared a disaster zone. Boxes, bags, and random unpacked items litter the floor, creating an exciting obstacle course for my kids. I'm less enthused than David and Emily, but glad that we left at least a third of our possessions in boxes after the last move.
I never expected to like Sex and the City as much as I do. It keeps me sane on late nights. I'm terrified of going to bed because as soon as my head hits the pillow, Emily is going to wake up. I think she has radar. It's the reason that I put off bed for so long. Ridiculous, self-defeating reason.
I. Need. Sleep.
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