Darren had surgery on his Achilles tendon last week, so he's stuck at home for two weeks with minimal mobility, until he gets a hard cast put on. Here's Joe giving Daddy's big boo-boo a big kiss.
I went to bed at a respectable hour… somewhere around 11pm… Everyone was sleeping soundly, so I read for a couple hours… Then I tried to sleep, but Darren kept fidgeting around and waking up Joe (who was sleeping beside me). At this point, I'd passed that threshold where I was tired, to the point where I was just now stressed out knowing I'm not going to get a good night's sleep. That point where you feel like your whole body is asleep, but your mind won't turn off. Ugh… So, I sent Darren off to the spare bedroom in hopes of winding down a bit and at least getting a few good hours of sleep before the kids wake me up, but now Joe is wide awake and in a rather ugly mood… It's 4am! No fair.