Sipping away at my hot lemon & honey concotion I've made. Holding Ian on my lap and a tissue in my hand. I think I have a sinus infection. Isn't that fun. You know the feeling where you feel throughout the night stuff dripping down the back of your throat, which you know is going to hurt your throat in the morning but you don't really care because you've been awaken like 30 times and you're just trying to sleep.
Ian is trying to help by typing... so this might take a little longer than I thought. Samuel has managed to drag the baby bath tub upstairs this morning. Libby wants me to make a sign that says "Samuel Can't Have Any Food" because apparently he got on her bed.
But you should have seen me yesterday as I whipped through the house doing over 5 loads of laundry, cleaning, washing, picking-up, straightening, nursing, feeding, wiping.
I made pot-roast, home-made bread, and the most delicious oatmeal raisin cookies. so you might think, "wow, pretty good". the problem with ignoring boundaries is that there is a price to pay... exhaustion. Overdoing it is not a good thing... but it wasn't until way too late i realized my mistake. hmmmm. does there seem to be a pattern?
so now off to put ian down for a nap and keep libby and samuel from tearing the house apart... and clean off the spit-up i was just showered with.