Yesterday I went home from work, messed around the house a little and fell asleep in the bed at 6 o'clock. Hi-C woke me for dinner, after which I promptly fell asleep again. Not so good, considering I was supposed to meet my friend Christy for drinks at 8. I woke up at 7 and called her, left a message, fell back asleep and woke up again at 8:30. At that point I was in a strange, sleep-induced, drunk-like stupor and had no idea how to function. I called Christy and left her another message that sounded, I'm sure, like an out of breath patient post-lobotomy. Then, I fell asleep again.

I think it's because I haven't been eating right lately, a sharp contrast to the summer's fresh vegetable-laden meals. (This is where I point you to my post on The Dirt today. Though not literally, I'm dreaming of veggies. I don't know what I dreamt about yesterday into last night into this morning. With the way I felt, I'd guess maybe tequila.)

This story had nothing to do with the family portrait I've posted today. Me and my 5 boys, the loves of my life. Maybe that's why I was so tired? Keeping up with those crazy guys?