What a trip

I have to share this little tidbit too. For the second time in 3 hours I was told to tell my boy how lucky he is if he didn't already know. (Ok it's actually three times cuz Mr. Flirt said it the first two times.) That makes me feel a little lighter, not so panicky. I guess I'm doing something right after all. If nothing else I should be content with the passion I feel for life and my kids, right.

I've been up for 48 hours now. Time to seek some physical comfort in my boy's arms. Happy slumbers and Carpe Noctem!