I was complaining to my sister today about how I haven’t had two minutes together to even write a wee little blog post for the past week.

“I noticed,” she said.

I’m not clear on whether she was mocking me.

However! It’s the very middle of the night, the children are all blessedly asleep, and I apparently need to blog more than I need to rest, so! Here we go. (None of this relates to any of the rest of it. Did I mention it’s the middle of the night?)

There is something wrong with my eye. I don’t think it’s pinkeye, as it’s neither pink nor itchy, but the tear duct hurts. My mother is fond of saying, “That’s better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick,” but in this case? It’s really not. It’s about the same as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Except that in the case of the stick, I would know where the pain came from. Which I currently don’t.

Dane is assembling some tiny little Ikea chairs right now. Step one: insert little wooden connecting dowels. Step two: put the rest of it together the end. Thanks, Ikea instructions!

I got my hair cut. Finally. It hits at about my collarbone now, rather than halfway down my back. Yay, less hair!

The children are conspiring to keep me from sleeping, even when I am asleep. The bigger ones have been waking up multiple times every night to tell me things like: I’m cold! I’m getting a drink! I think I’ll go to the bathroom now! None of which requires my assistance in any way. And you wonder why I’m writing a disjointed blog post.

Audrey has napped every day this week. For twenty minutes at a time. And she’s woken up Sadie before and after every one of those naps. My day goes like this: nurse baby, nurse toddler, change diaper, change other diaper, feed child, feed other child, feed other other child, change diaper, swaddle baby, nurse baby, change other diaper, stop child and other child from poking at each other, give child and other child and probably other other child something to do to prevent further poking at each other, nurse baby, change diaper, feed child again, along with other child and other other child… until it’s time to go to bed so they can take turns waking me up every 43 minutes all night. You see how the week got away from me.

And now maybe I’ll go brush my teeth before anyone wakes up and needs something.