Well, I made it to 7 pm, but just barely. Dinner was a delivered pizza, and it was a good thing that Blake wanted to wear his Spiderman pj’s as soon as we got home. I keeled over at 7:10, fully intending to wake again in a few hours and put Blake to bed. Um, no. Either I put him down without remembering it, or he turned off his own light and tucked himself in. Not bad for 4 3/4. This morning I attempted to spin it in favour of his independence rather than my sudden narcolepsy.
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