I'm here...kind of

Well, I'm home. I made it in one piece (physically). Emotionally on the other hand...I'm a wreck. I'm picking pieces of me up every where I go.

Why, you ask, am I so upset? Well, I think I'm actually too upset to say right now. Also, if I were to write about it right now I would probably wake up in the morning to check my blog only to find that a mad woman has got a hold on it. So for the sake of trying to pretend that I am a calm, rational person I will hold off til tomorrow so that you will think I am still a somewhat sane person. Plus, I find that sleep has the amazing ability to make things seem all better...I just don't think sleeping 4 days strait would be feasible right now. So I guess I will have to settle for just one night of sleep, which will leave me still about 3/4 crazy... but hey, lets be optimistic here...at least I'll be 1/4 sane.

And while we are on the subject of sleep; I will be doing a sequel to "My husband the Narcoleptic". I'm sure you are all full of anxious anticipation. This one could possibly be funnier than the first one, although it will be pretty hard to beat the picture with Nate asleep and drool hanging out of his mouth shot in mid-air...that one's a classic.

Any way, don't be too worried why I'm upset. No one died or anything...at least I hope not. This just has to do with a comment that was made to me by an ignorant man about my children...

this was definitely a "Uh, uh...no you di'in't!" type of moment. Actually, this was well deserving of repeating "uh, uh..no you di'int!" twice (just for dramatic emphasis).