Obviously it's not because I'm short on material.
I must say it was neat to have a buddy to share in my misery. We sat up all night, napping, puking and chatting away.
We actually had an in-depth discussion about who was sturdy enough to walk to the fridge for Sprite.
After mumbling, give me a few minutes, for over an hour it was me. A mother's love and all.
In other news, I'm super frustrated with Turbo Tax (I don't speak accountant), super excited for Disney and mentally preparing for our move in a few weeks to Pennsylvania.
Let the chaos continue.