Oh to be sleeping . . . So my rant yesterday about not getting sympathy from my Dearest Man as a bit of a vent, but hey, I needed it. And I was determined to not let it fester, so I talked to him about it yesterday after work. He wasn't mad or angry, he was frustrated because he didn't know what to do. Go figure! (Laughs hysterically) But, at least he wasn't mad, which would have been insane, which would have made me insane, which would have made me put salt in his cookies instead of sugar. :D I'm evil that way.
So last night was no better. Little Man decided to battle it out again. But, after consulting with this beautiful group, I've come up with a plan. For those of you that have little ones and don't belong to this website, you must do it now! I mean it - leave me behind, click on the link, and behold the lifeline of greatness. DO IT NOW!
As for the rest of you, well, go make a peanut butter sandwich cuz I'm done for the day.