Okay. For those of you who do not know the saga of my nights the last week, I’ll recap. My 7 year old daughter decided she wasn’t going to go to sleep without a fight. Every night it was something different: I can’t sleep alone, I hear crickets, I can’t sleep without my (fill-in-the-blank), and my personal fave – it’s too dark to see my dreams when I close my eyes. Anyway, it resulted in very very late nights and lots of screaming and tantrums.
So, the only thing I am currently capable of reading appears to be the Twilight saga. I laughed my way through Twilight, and now I am crying my way through New Moon. Seriously, I feel like a big nob, but there it is. I can’t concentrate on anything more intricate, and I am obviously deranged in my reactions to these books.