Holy sweet suffering fuck, people. I am TIRED. My legs, they hurt. I no longer need to join a gym because I'm going up and down stairs roughly 60 times a day, either putting things away or trying to convince Boo and The Bug that sharing a room is, actually, a very good idea. They aren't buying it. And Boo wants nothing, NOTHING, to do with the toddler bed. So poor Bug is sleeping in the play pen right now and the women's shelter I was going to donate the crib to may be out of luck for now.
I need a massage. Badly.