Eek.

It's 2am. We've been giving the babies two bottles a night for three weeks. Day of reckoning is here.

Max was up for an hour from 9-10, so a 2am waking is not welcome or ideal. Andrew and I both wake up exhausted, and Andrew gets up out of bed. He grabs his cell phone and starts feeling around. He says, "I can do it, I just need the one with the new pricing."

I'm all, "what the what!? Errrr...I'll go. Just go back to sleep!"

Better if crazy delirious man stays unconscious. Sheesh. Now he's sleeping and I'm blogging. Well played, crazy delirious man.