I'll give instructions where to fine Dad's body in the backyard later.

Ok, this boy has to sleep thru the night sometime. Seriously. Every freakin' 2 hours he woke up last night to eat. 2 HOURS! And this is after a week of terrible sleep, and waking every two hours night-before-last, too. And now I gotta drag my butt around to chase after the girls all day! There's not enough Starbucks in the world for this kind of tired. Then Dad walks in the kitchen this morning, yawns, and says, "Mmm, Gosh, I overslept." If looks could kill, Dad would be 6 feet under in the backyard by now.