I am sitting in the living room, trying to type as quietly as possible because Austin is just barely asleep. If you are wondering, yes, this room still smells like poop but I can't seem to find the probably by now horrific and utterly disgusting source. Well, there's always tomorrow but for now I will just breathe through my mouth as I type swiftly and quietly, although it's not reallly so much the typing as the mouse clicking that makes all the noise.

Yarg. The boy awaketh and the husband is even more tired than me. Until tomorrow.......

How overly dramatic of me.