No robbers in the night, not too many scary noises, and a very full bed thanks to cuddly kids.

So far, so good. With the exception of very clogged milk ducts. I'm assuming I speak to a predominantly female audience. We're talking lactation here, ladies. So any outsiders of the male variety - you may want to move on out and find yourself some other pleasure reading. I ALWAYS get clogged milk ducts when I'm experiencing unusual amounts of pressure. And then all that pressure just builds up in one place, if you catch my flow. And why is it that this sweet baby seems particularly uninterested when I need her most? Ahhh, the sacrifices of a mother.

On another note, today's dinner menu - oatmeal and toast. The kids will love it. There will be minimal prep, and clean up will be a breeze. Reas will be especially glad he's on Wells Fargo's tab tonight.

And thanks for all the helpful tips you left me regarding survival on my own. Sounds like I should just party all week. Hmmm. Reas may begin to question my judgement. Oh wait! He's not here to see it. Honey, are you reading this? Don't worry about us...I have it alllll covered. Got the icecream. Got the girls coming over. Got the DVR set to record. All is well.