hitting the wall.

Claire is still sick. As a side note, so am I. But as a mom, it really is a secondary thing that she and I have the same cold. My job is to care for her sniffly, clingy self. Between illness and lack of sleep the past two days have been the most difficult of this whole NaBloPoMo experiment. I am tired and spent like I haven't been since the days after we brought Claire home from the hospital. We are far from our schedule, and mama loves a schedule. It's been one of those days when you mean to go get groceries but you accidentally end up at Starbucks, and then later a tea shop. I've managed to fritter away the evening, watching highly educational television. But at least I've got a photo this time for Aunt Dani.