Husband was up until 4am or so (as per usual), so when I woke up this morning I asked him, “was I imagining it, or were the babies up EVERY TWENTY MINUTES last night?” I was not imagining it. Somebody was wriggling and fussing every twenty minutes. I wouldn’t go so far as to say they were awake, but they were unhappy enough to require my attention.
There is not enough coffee in the world.
Edited to add: Hey! Look at that! In my sleepless daze, I put on the pair of pants that Robin and Wren covered with yogurt the other night! I am wearing yogurt pants at work! A helpful colleague made me aware. Loudly.
A Bird\'s Nest 
gardener said,
January 23, 2009 @ 5:37 pm
At least they didn’t have blood on them.
MonkeyGurrl said,
January 23, 2009 @ 6:03 pm
LOVE those helpful co-workers.
kathy a. said,
January 24, 2009 @ 9:41 pm
babywipes used to help me with those awkward clothing things — great for baby barf, or other baby stains! your co-worker, on the other hand, needs a major whack with a cluestick.
geckogrrl said,
January 25, 2009 @ 10:27 pm
I hope you get some sleep. I had 3 weeks of nights like that once. It was hard enough with one kid, can’t imagine what it’d be like with 2.
Andree said,
January 26, 2009 @ 3:26 pm
Sounds like Co-Worker could cultivate a little tact.