I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Without realizing how late it was, my friend stayed until 11p last night. As soon as I closed the door after her, Oliver woke up, in a fit about a booger. We were up until nearly twelve, dealing with said booger and then another one, the insufficient amount of light in his room, and so forth and so on. Into my bed he crawled at 5:50 this morning, and in all honesty, it was all I could do to get them both dressed and to school before I crashed. You know when you'e so tired you feel nauseous and ill? Your eyes heavy and sandy? I truly wonder why this seems to happen every time Tom leaves town. He returns this afternoon, and I simply can't wait because our little family has a hell of a schedule in the next few days. I might cry if I spend too much time thinking about it, so, I won't.

Yesterday, Ol and I took a walk to a nearby fountain so he could throw a ton of pennies in, one by one. On our way home, we came across these spidery tulips. Neat, huh?


Off to get Mr. O and then home to make a batch of Nanny's chicken salad.