So tired today.
Daisy had a sleepover last night. I don't recall doing many (if any) sleepovers when I was her age, so I didn't go into this parenting thing with the understanding that sleepovers are ironically named. They aren't sleepovers at all. They're wake-overs. Pee-on-the-floor-overs. Can't-fall-asleep-overs. Vomit-in-your-sleeping-bag-overs. Get-up-early-overs.
Mostly they're Keep-Mike-Up-overs. That's why I spent much of today in a sleep-deprivation fog, wondering what the hell I was doing. I sat in the driver's seat of the car, sans car key, wondering what was missing (answer: keys!). I cracked myself up contemplating many possible blog posts, none of which was remotely amusing (answer: this one!). I wandered into rooms and then forgot why (answer: beats me).
Anyway, I'm off to... uh... Crap. I don't know. I hope it involves TV.