On this, the third or forth (I can't keep track) night of interuppted sleep due to teething, I feel I'm moving back towards the bottom of my trench. I had a false hope that I was climbing higher and higher out of the trench as of late.
Today my a** is dragging. I even considered writing "Don't mess with me...you will lose!" on my scrub shirt this morning.
Oh and as a side note. I have not blogged because I am exhausted. I feel like I am being pulled in every direction. And my guitar practice has kind of taken over my blog time.
Video: Easter Parade
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