Last night Ron and I went to bed at 8:45. After a full weekend of getting up early and chasing a crawling Jackson all over the place I was exhausted. I was falling asleep in the chair at 8:30 and told Ron I needed to go to bed. Shortly after I snuggled myself up in the covers, Ron came in, he was tired too. Will I eventually get used to staying so busy? I feel like a loser hitting the sack even before they put the old ladies to bed in the nursing home!!
Today is Jackson's 10 month birthday. Time is whizzing by.