After weeks of terrible night time sleep and the most fabulous naps of my life on our blue Lazy Boy, at eleven o’clock last night I broke the news to John that I would be sleeping on the couch.
The result? We’re considering investing in twin beds. (Grandma and Grandpa Paulus, I totally get it now.)
I have just had the most productive day in fourteen weeks. And so, I’m celebrating by eating a cinnamon roll and brogging about it. (I just made that up. Brogging. You know, bragging on my blog.)
The UnderToad 