senoritafish | (no subject)

Avalon is the hardest one to get to sleep these days. Her brothers have both collapsed, and she is still playing around and humming to herself. About 15 minutes ago, she came out to where I was sitting, and pointed to her zipper. "Hurt," she said. I finally changed her out of her footy pajamas into something which seemed to be more comfortable, and told her to go back to bed. She starts off amiably enough, then halfway to the hall, she turns around and sticks her chin out, puts on a goofy grin and starts blinking her eyes at me. No dear, the cute act is not going to let you stay up any longer.

A damn lot of crap happened this past week, but every time I sit down to try and write something, I'm getting too tired.

Like now. *yawn*