Just finished cleaning the kitchen, top to bottom.
Baby has a cold. Poor thing. Can't sleep. Keeps losing her pacifier because she can't breathe through her nose.
Dylan came back from his sleep over with his grandparents and immediately began hitting me. Later, when we were playing in the basement, the baby crawled across the room and my mom clapped for her. So Dylan had to show us how fast he could crawl. My heart breaks. There is not enough love in the world for him.
Must work now. Make lunch. Pay bills. Write New Years Cards. Start non-profit. Write novel. Make love to husband. Lose 10 pounds. Be glamorous. Fly.
Off to email land ...
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