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I honestly dont remember the last time I was literally falling asleep while watching television... but I am exhausted. It feels like everything has settled down with Cara and now the exhaustion of it all has finally caught up to me. I need to just sleep in, but alas, meds at 0100 and 0700, so no rest for the mommy. It's going on midnight, and I have to wonder if it's even worth going to bed for an hour, just to have the cursed alarm wake me up in a little bit. Guess it is good practice for when Ivan gets here and is on my case for late night feedings. Oh, how I hate newborns!

I know that is a bad thing for a mommy to say, but who enjoys anything that tires them out and makes them miserable? Sure, I love my babies... but I love em even more when they start sleeping through the night. There's your honesty for the evening... I guess I'm too tired to sugar coat things. That or I'm just bad at sugar coating... either way.. there you have it :)

I guess I will go lay my happy butt down for a little bit. I got to take it easy tomorrow. I feel like I did too much today. But at least the upstairs is all clean and the down stairs is picked up, so there shouldn't be a whole lot to do tomorrow anyways; just dishes and laundry... and meds of course... tons and tons of amoxicillin... hell, I'm sick of it for her. But on the bright side, her dr's appt went well today, and she is officially on the mends. So yay for my baby... in just 8 more days we should be free and clear and back to healthy. I can't wait for her to be on my nerves again :) I miss my happy Boo. 

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