I just wanted to say that I am so tired I could melt into a puddle of butter and not even from chasing my tail. I lay on the couch and in the distance I heard Wren wake up from his third nap and I could barely, barely rouse myself enough to rescue him from his cribfinement. Frost was playing Super Paper Mario and I couldn't even rouse myself to guilt about that either. I am just needing a one day no-kids holiday. A kiddaway day. I am getting at least one hour tomorrow morning when I am getting my hair cut. Why a haircut? Well, I haven't had one for a year and although I don't feel the need really I had a last minute chance at a daytime babysitter for Wren. This is rare so I thought I would get my hair colored but they didn't have an appointment for that so I am getting a cut and will consider color next time.
Did I say it was hot? Did I say I was tired?