It's almost 8:30 and I'm ready for bed. I just told Lucas I wanted to go to sleep and he was like, "already??" Ummmm, yeah, we get up before 5am every day, tomorrow's my running day at the fitness center, and I've just been cranky all week.
Any one else out there feel like an old maid sometimes? I know Rosie and I had a convo once about going to bed so early.