Too much, too little.

Three glasses of wine and one martini later....very buzzed and wishing for husband to be home sharing my bed. Overwhelmed by baby today and now going to bed.

Survival of the Fittest.

My survival instincts are being put to the test. Three days and then a week of one on one with Cao. Two days down and I have already opened one bottle of my stashed wine. Exhaustion is my middle name. Despite the lack of sleep, early mornings, unrelenting diapers and baby issues, I have made one tunic and a pair of pants for Clinton. So much more sewing to do, especially with a possible work project being mailed from Tim. As for yurt knot tying....that's a two person weekend job that I am ignoring at the moment (as well as the weekend visitors that I was told about.) Ugh.