It's Only Wednesday?

The day may take awhile, and a pot or so of coffee.  Jill was up for about 2 hours last night and we couldn't figure out what was wrong.  We went downstairs around 1:30 for some milk and an English muffin.  We let her hang out in our bed.  She was a squirmy menace.  The alarm clock on Tony's phone started beeping and I felt like it was going off in the middle of the night to catch a flight.  Why else would you get up this early?  But no, it was 20 minutes later than we usually got up and this wasn't the first time the alarm had gone off. 

The night was rough but we somehow kept our humor.  Tony, at one point, told Jill she only needed to learn three letters: FML.  It was hysterical at 2 in the morning but of course can't be repeated.  We don't need Jill saying FML to the day care director.  We also discussed dropping her off at an orphanage at some point in the middle of the night.  Hey, she might like it.  She'd make friends quickly and run the place!

So yes, a tough morning, but on a positive note, Rachael got to go to work with Tony.