Since Janie is at Fun Camp today and my husband had an early class, Sunny and I spent the morning together.
We played with her new dollhouse, went to the postal place to mail books,* and tore around the Family Museum, followed with a nice, heavy lunch with Daddy and Grandma. The object was to tire her out so she would take a nice, long nap—and I could spend an hour doing a little research and typing up some notes.
And it worked. Sort of.
Sunny is napping . . . but my nose is about to hit the keyboard for the third time.
Instead of applying caffeine to the problem, I’m going to try something radical—a forty-five minute strategic retreat to the couch. I know fighting the sleepies with actual sleep is a bit counterintuitive, but what the heck.
I’ll let you know if it workzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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*Note to glasseye and Richard: check your e-mail!
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