First thing, I'm never going to take NyQuil again. I couldn't wake up on Sunday, and I dreamed that a grim reaper looking shadow thing came over my bed twirling an ax and I didn't know whether to scream or run or just hold still and pray he/she was only in the house looking for stuff, and not for me. It was terrifying.
I also learned that furniture from Ikea is both life-changing and a pain in the rear. We finally got around to getting ourselves a nice desk and a couple of dressers, and they have taken all our time to put together. Seriously, I don't even know how I have time to write this. I should stop.
But I can't.
Because there's one more thing about the weekend that needs mentioning.
Alaina turned 7 months old.
Seven months. Boom.