Mainly because of my confession below, I wanted to say that I’d scraped together the energy to pull together my front room and make it baby-friendly again.
(My version of baby friendly is somewhat different than his: Elisha rather liked having a floor to graze from. He’s managed to recover from his disappointment.)
And this morning I caught up on some dishes while the girls played with water in the dishwasher door. I was disappointed, though, that the water doesn’t all just pour into the dishwasher when you close the door (like I thought it should) or even drain out once it’s in.
File away for future reference.
RYC: I hate it when that happens! Sorry you’re feeling so tired.