Tired, Tired, More Tired

So I had nothing at all to say in May?  Nice.  And I started this with such promise & hope.

I think it has more to do with the fact that I can't remember anything unless I write it down.  So all the witty, wonderful things my lovely family does fall right out of my head.  I may have to WebMD the symptoms for early-onset Alzheimer's (which I will conveniently forget to do before I've finished this post).

Wonderful things that happened today?  After dinner, Emmett figured out how to take off his shirt all on his own.  Which was much funnier when he started doing his "Muscles!" pose in brown corduroy pants.  And funnier still when Molly decided that she should do it as well.  And my almost 2-year-old and his 3 & 1/2 year old sister stood in the kitchen doing muscle poses for several minutes...

And now I can only hope that Emmett has decided to actually fall asleep after being tucked in 6 times while screaming at the top of his lungs that he's "all done" with bed.  Because Mama is T.I.R.E.D. after the last several mornings of him getting up at 5AM - also declaring that he's "all done" with bed.

I swear, I'll do better in June.  If someone reminds me.  Repeatedly.