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And They Wonder Why I’m Grouchy

I had intended to stay up until David came home that night, but I fell into bed at 10:30. David had been travelling, and as always happens by the end of one of his trips, I felt like a piece of stale bread somebody left under the broiler too long. You know, toast. He arrived home from Connecticut a short while later, dropping his suitcase on the tile floor with a clatter,  then cursing under his breath–his whisper, bless his heart, is sort of the same decibel at which you and I speak–because he’d been trying to be quiet. Irony, that. It was 10:52. I came downstairs to chat, and after muttering a few incoherent sentences, was ushered back to bed. (A delirious wife in crumpled pajamas and still-wet hair trying to hold a conversation in their kitchen with the road-weary husband, still wearing his tie from seven that morning? Moments like that are what keep a marriage on FIRE. Or maybe that’s just my eyes burning from lack of sleep. Either or. ) At 2:33 a.m., Cian woke. I fed him, even though the doc says…

Shoulda Stuck with the Crib

We moved Quinn from the crib in her room two nights ago to a brand-spanking-new twin (exactly matching her sister’s, complete with sweet identical quilts over top because by golly, we are making their shared room AWESOME.  That and SK asked that they match, which was just cute).  Saoirse was thrilled at the prospect of sharing a room with her sister (what the WHAT?).  Quinn, on the other hand, has been treating this as one part jail sentence (tears) and one part post-torture psychological breakdown (maniacal laughter, disjointed singing at odd times).  No one in the house has gotten any sleep in the past 48 hours (maybe the maniacal, sleep-deprived laughter was from me, then?).  I sent David a brief email today saying I wished we’d just gotten a second crib and not moved her into a bed at all.  He thought I was hilarious (and kidding, apparently).  So, I sent him another email.  Because, you know, he has nothing better to do at work than read his deranged wife’s hysteria in action.  Here’s the email  I sent him, at around 2:30 p.m.  Just so you…