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.