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January 11th, 2009

It was a rough night last night.
Liam is working on his last few molars and holy cow are they dousies!

He was up every few hours throughout the night, wanting nothing more than to sit up on his side of the bed and cry "It hurts! " and the collapse back into restful sleep. Well every time that he did this Matt and I were shocked out of sleep too.
It was not a great night for anyone.

So this morning, after wee sprout's breakfast nursing was over, I was drifting back to sleep only to be interupted by our fuzzy kitty  begging for her first meal. Decidedly opposed to spending the next hour battling her tail away from my nose, I simply chose to get up and get it over with.

Apparently however, in the nighttime wanderings of my mind I had dreamed some sort of odd limbless dream, because when I went to get out of bed my torso complied but my legs did not.
The result was a weird Thwump out of bed and onto the floor.

As I lay there placidly contemplating my situation...or perhaps mediating on the finer points of carpet fiber....I heard softly, so very softly coming over the bedside, Matt humming;
What do you do with a drunken sailor? 
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor, er-lie in the mornin'?! 


It's the small things that keep the flame of love burning bright, folks :) 

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