Well, last night was a bit tiring. I went to sleep early, trying to catch up on some lost sleep from earlier in the week. Lo and behold, at about 2:45 am, Oliver started screaming. After a few minutes, it became apparent he wasn’t going to stop, so I went into their room, attempted to comfort him, gave up, and brought him to bed with us. Which is sweet and all, isn’t really conducive to a restful night. And then my morning routine was all messed up, which just puts me out of sorts for the rest of the day.

But they were being a little bit cute. They all insisted on wearing the shirts with the alligators on them, which are from George’s school’s fair.

Ah well. The weekend should be fun, so I’ll stop whining. Tonight we have a wedding to go to, for some neighborhood friends. It should be a lot of fun for us, and since the boys are spending the night at Granny & Grandpa’s, it should be fun for them too.

And then Sunday is Mother’s Day! Hard to believe it’s my third Mother’s Day. I’m excited about our plans, we’re going to brunch at a plantation. There will be room for the boys to run around and lots of pancakes for them to eat. I know it’s kind of cliched, but I always wanted a nice breakfast with my family for Mother’s Day. That’s what we did for my mom (though she insists we never did.) I’ve been saving my WW points for all the yummy food. Mmmmm….