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you know, if I don't blog it, I don't remember it. Marlowe is 5 and a half weeks. Last week, the weekend gave me rejuvenation for one day, Monday was great. This week, I got through two days before I crashed into a mess of defeatism. I knew our little nighttime sleep fairytale wouldn't last. Today was rough. But thankfully, E was tired enough from running around with his buddy J for 3 hours at the park this morning that he sat quietly and watched his movie this afternoon. I slept soundly for about an hour (without being summoned for juice or crackers or whatever else a 3yo desires). And then staggered together a yummy meal for a goodbye party for my brother who is off to Italy tomorrow for his summer study-abroad. (I left July 3, too, the last time I went to Italy in 2004.)

So each week is difficult, but gets a tiny bit better. And there are little graces that get me over the rough spots.