Tonight I had lofty plans of folding laundry and discussing the family budget. The last thing I remember, however, is laying down next to Corinne, with Steve on the other side of her, just before her 8 o'clock bedtime. We were singing to her. She must have fallen asleep - and fuzzily, I remember Steve picking her up and putting her in her crib. I remember saying something like, "5...more...minute..."....and now here I am at 12:32 a.m. - I was sleeping that entire time.
THAT is a long 5 minutes.
Maybe 8 o'clock should be my bedtime, too! Oh, that sounds delightful. So does going back to sleep. Goodnight everybody.