I don't even know my name right now, but I do know that I feel like I've been pulled through a hedge backwards, and that's never a good thing. Oliver threw an unprecedented tantrum-in-the-middle-of-the-night which involved begging for cold water, me stumbling downstairs and getting said water, bringing it back up to him, returning to my bed and listening as he yelled that he wanted bubble water and threw the sippy cup over the edge of his crib. Times like these are when I feel no guilt in calling one/both of my children buttheads. Jack was up several times, and our nightlong date culminated in me drawing him a hot bath at 5:15am, instructing him to NOT put his head in the water, and crawling back into bed with one eye shut, trying to rest but actually nervous about leaving him in the bath alone. Fortunately he wanted to sit directly under the faucet and rest his face on it, so there wasn't so much to worry about. When do you stop worrying about stuff like this? Will I ever let them take a bath alone? Ever let them walk to CVS by themselves? Not sure, so great is parental concern even for the relatively laid-back among us.
Anyway, I'm sucking coffee right now, feeling thankful that I'm big on cooking large quantities of good breakfast items and freezing them, and will definitely approve a smattering of TV shows throughout the day.
10 hours to go, friends.