I’m already on box 23. Not sure how it happened, except that I was here much too early. That should only have put me about one box ahead, though. Oh, well.
I’m exhausted. And it’s not like I can go home and sleep. There’s no naps when you have little kids. You’re lucky if you can get them to nap.
Neither of them ever napped for me. I don’t remember napping, either. I can remember laying on a mat in preschool, bored out of my mind.
I remember eating baby oatmeal in my high chair and wanting my older brother’s big kid oatmeal. I remember getting up for Christmas when I was two. I was already toilet trained. I remember Erik and I spinning around with blankets, playing Batman.
I had a blankie, like Linus, and I remember my mother ripping it apart before my very eyes, laughing maniacally. Apparently someone told her to cut the blanket smaller and smaller to break me of it. I was three.
Time to go.