Max was due yesterday. I took a picture.

And started a sock.

I also forgot to send Nate to the store for diapers this morning. Clark is blissfully unaware that he’s wearing THE LAST ONE!!!

I do not feel equal to loading up the boys and heading to the store today, if for no other reason than the mere thought of stuffing my newly lactating self into a bra is more than I can bear.

And I have a headache, am really tired, and am still not coping well with noise and crowds.

Which brings me to something kind of funny.

I had the most surreal experience at the dinner table last night. I felt like I was in a movie. I was really tired, and every single noise seemed magnified to the extreme. I was distinctly cognizant of every. single. sound. Each time Nate’s spoon hit the bottom of his bowl. The little wooden chair Clark was casually kicking under the table as it scraped slowly across the wood floor. Every single mouth as it chewed sounded like there was a microphone in front of it. The slurping. The breathing. The bread crumbs as they hit the table around the bowls.

It drove me insane.

I hope my energy comes back soon.