This morning I was woken put by Randy drilling into concrete. Today he put up a lot of our ceiling lights. The babies were with our house guest Barbara and were freaking out again. As Sammy kept crying, I got up and held him to comfort him, while Barbara comforted the others.

I'm wondering when/if I'll ever NOT be tired when getting up in the morning. I'm not a morning person and would much rather get up slowly than have to jump out of bed and go full-steam busy, getting their food ready and feed them. I don't even take my medication every day any more.

And it was the third day I fed all three babies at lunch time. And I went back to bed for a little bit after. I got up when the babies needed me, and I joined them in their play area, while Randy made us omelets for lunch. I also ate it with them, which was a little challenging...