Sophie is sleeping in the top half of her pegasus (or is it just a unicorn with wings?) costume and a diaper. She’s sleeping which is all I care about.
Last night I had a dream that I was married to Tony Soprano and when his ex wife came to meet us for dinner I said, “Hi, Carm,” and she said hello and gave me a look that conveyed how glad she was not to be married to him anymore.
I’m glad I’m not really married to him. But then I wouldn’t feel cranky about not getting to watch the show.
I need to sleep. I was trying to explain to my kids that I’m weird because I’m sleep deprived, but they didn’t get it.