I am always tired. In speaking with a co-worker yesterday, who is an adorable 18 year old, she mentioned that she was tired from studying at U of L. I pointed out that once you have kids you will ALWAYS be that tired. I don't know what it means to be well rested. I don't think my girls know either.
Caroline gets a lot of photo coverage. That's her on the laundry basket, with the ladybug pillow, and curled up in a ball next to the couch. I finally got her paperwork sent in to the Weiskopf Center at the University of Louisville for Asperger's testing. I told the ex today and he was upset. Even though we've discussed this before. I pointed out that with his ADD and my OCD it would be pretty hard to create children without some initials. This is where I might also interject that I am grateful I am divorced.
Most of my photos also involve my couches. The next time I move I'm renting a house with one big bedroom. So the girls can all sleep together. No one wants to sleep in their beautiful bedrooms. The girls do a lot of plotting to figure out who will sleep with who and where the sleeping will take place. Drives me insane.
This last picture is one of my favorites. They are sleeping on the floor in my micro-kitchen. That night we had several tornado warnings. The kitchen is our innermost room.
These girls can sleep anywhere. Which goes back to my original point. We are always tired.
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