I don't even have energy to write much other than, children are exhausting. Like, seriously.
I stand by what I said earlier: I don't think I've ever been so consistently tired in my life.
And off I go. To do what? Dishes. Sort the groceries. Food for tomorrow. Then if I have any energy left, go pick nectarines off our tree and cook them into baby food mash.
But oh dear God children are exhausting. :/