So tired. Need more tea. And sleep. But sleep is unavailable, so I’ll make do with tea.

Went to bed too late. Fell asleep; woke to a small boy at my bedside.

“I’m poopy! Clean my butt!” I am so using that against him when he’s a teen.

Cleaned, changed, and tucked him back into bed. Went back to sleep; woke to a small boy at my bedside.

“Bad dream!” A quick rock in the chair and tucked back into bed. Eventually I fell asleep; he came back.

“Get in!” I snarled. He stole the covers. *weeping*

So very tired.

(Happy, Philip?)