It’s 2:12 in the ay-em, and Iman is finally asleep. Me, I think I’m pulled back together now. 🙂 For a while I was feeling like a Jenga tower when you’ve pulled too many of the bits out of the bottom and tried stacking them on top, but I’m feeling better.
Also, I think Iman deserves a post. She’s been shuffled to the sidelines by her Prima Donna brother on the blog, which is fitting, since that’s what tends to happen in real life too, but that’s a post for tomorrow maybe. Right now, I just want to crawl into bed behind HF and fall happily asleep.