Nothing is right, right now. Our bedroom floor is in flux, so our bed is in the family room. But everyone is being eaten alive, so Andrew won't sleep here, even though he's also being bitten on the couch. Lucy is sleeping with me tonight because she had a horrible nightmare last night and was afraid to sleep alone. Stone won't stop barking at something. My mood is terrible, probably hormones. The babies aren't sleeping great this week, but I have to walk across the house to fix them when they wake. Everything is wonky. I can't fix anything tonight, but I also can't sleep because it's all just uncomfortable and not right.
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