It's 11:46 p.m.

I'm still awake at a quarter-to-twelve at night, even though I know my kids aren't really the best sleepers and I don't have any help tonight. Trevor is in Chicago for a long wedding weekend, and I'm alone with the kids. Which is fine, but my house is currently a disaster and my run lasted all of a half-mile before Marta lost it for the stroller. Although I do feel a little more like a better mom when I'm left alone -- I'm more creative in our play, I have more patience around 4 p.m. (the witching hour) and I don't have such a messy kitchen because I simply don't make dinner -- I'm sort of at the end of my rope today. Tonight. Yet I'm in that computer zone where I can't shut it off, and I'm also hoping Trevor checks the blog before he hits bed tonight and falls asleep thinking about what a good mom I am. :)