After the past week of too-late nights and incoherent ramblings on here, you'd think I'd have learned something and got myself to sleep earlier than...now. Whatever time it is. Almost 2 a.m. I meant to go to bed an hour ago, but my son fell out of bed again. It's sort of funny, really...I hear a THUMP, and then some crying, and I go in and ask if he's ok, and he says, "I bonked the floor again, mama." So I get him a drink and put him back to bed.
I should probably NOT laugh at him.
I should probably YES go to sleep.
...wait, what?