"I wouldn't know a space-time continuum or warp core breach if they got into bed with me."*

But you can damn well bet they'd wake me the hell up when they did. AND steal all the pillows.

I know my blogging has been - shall we say sporadic - lately.
I apologize.

Here's what I have been soooooo busy coping with all week, keeping me from my laptop and the witty, erudite posts you all have come to expect:

1. A baby who seems to think 4 am is the perfect time to wake up and par-tay!

2. A husband who doesn't seem to know what I need, even when (especially when?) I say to him, "I need you to take the baby and give him a bottle because if I don't get three consecutive hours of sleep, I may die and then who would do everything around here? Hmmm?"

3. An almost-three-year-old who is apparently having horrific nightmares about ice cream cones.

4. A book that never seems to end.

5. A babysitter who - selfish woman! - takes vacation the week that my clothes begin to feel tight and I could really stand (at least mentally) to step up the running, AND the same week in which my husband pulls his "I'm very busy at work so am very distant at home" schtick, so I have NO ONE to talk to after a twelve-hour day with four exasperating children. Humph. How dare she. (I'll forgive her if she brings me salt water taffy...)

5. A seven-year-old who hears, "Gimme a minute" as "Please keep talking, only louder, because your mother LOVES when you do that." (Apparently listening skills are genetic, on the father's side.)

6. The lack of some sort of blip in the time-space continuum that allows me to take the boys to the pool for a couple hours at 5 pm but still makes it possible for me to get them fed before 8 pm.

Sometime around 2026, things should get back on track and regular posting will resume.

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*Patrick Stewart