First, I apologize for the lack of posts this week. I'm running on only about 5 hours a night of sleep- yes, this could be sufficient to most people, but not me. I have to have at least 8-9 hours or I'm a zombie. Proof to this fact is when I was told that my husband had brought two McRib sandwiches to the hospital, and even though they sat right in front of me, I didn't even ask for one. Mind you, McRibs are my favorite item at Mickey D's and when they come to town, I order them every time we go until I get sick of them on purpose to tide me over until they come back on the menu.
As a writer, a lack of sleep wreaks havoc on trying to concentrate for a decent piece of writing. Especially when I was accepted as a contributing author for MomSpark and TeamMom the same week. I promise to get on board and back on schedule this week.
We all are still getting used to a baby being in the house, with the two other "babies", Emily and Mia (our dog) feeling left out. This week I was told by Emily that I didn't love her anymore and I accidentally left Mia outside in the rain for an hour.
The other day, I caught the two of them in Emily's room, planning the baby's mysterious disappearance and what they would write in the ransom note. Mia demanded going potty on the good rug for a week and Emily wanted nothing less than for mom and baby to check into Motel 8 for the next 18 years.
So, I will have to include some major three year old and puppy time before Zach's face shows up on the back of a milk carton.