**crickets**
We put the kiddies to bed tonight right after dinner. I came down stairs and my mother said, "You know it's only 6:55 pm right?"
Whoops.
(An extra early bedtime once in a while won't hurt them, but I think Dear Husband and I were the ones in the need of a break.)
When will I stop dreaming about answering work emails? The problem with catching up on work while sleeping is that you have to do the same darn ones over again when you're awake. They just don't transmit so well.
Thank goodness for weekends:
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