I have 'et some caffeine. To help me deal with the Worst Diaper Blowout Ever tm.
Peoplez, there was poop everywhere (don't worry, I will tell you all about it in detail later. I know you are dying to hear). So now I am awake. At 2. When I have to be at work at 8 to face the possibility of yet another WDBE tm. I find it worrying when a parent greets my tale of poopy mayhem with a nod and a knowing expression that says, "Ordinary day for the new nanny, then."*
Wait, I was saying something... Oh YES, CAFFEINE!!! Am now awake 12 hours later because caffeine does that to be but only sometimes not on a regular enough basis that I become convinced I should not take it to help me get through the rest of the day with small squirmy cute but poopy baby. And sleepless nights are great for ranting and raving, I find. After all if I'm up, and annoyed about it, I might as well direct it somewhere useful, right? So mosey on over here and weigh in on my heretical views about singleness and Christians, eh?
*To clarify: I am working a temporary job this week and next, still looking for something more permanent.