Surviving.

Joey is in Shanghai this weekend for China Cup baseball. I'm home alone. Relatively speaking. I don't know how people do it when they're really alone. I guess I'll find out tomorrow, though I still have my parents up the hill.

So after waking only once at 4:15 the last few nights, Cally decided last night to get up four times. Fortunately, two of those times were when I was still up with the other two. Then they decided that it would be a really good idea, after going to bed a bit later than usual for family movie night, to wake up bright and early this morning. First was Cally at nine minutes to 5. Followed by Ella calling out for me at 5:30. By 5:45, all of them. All three. In my bed.

So, I don't have any cute pictures for this post. First, because Joey has our home laptop with the pictures. And second, because 5:45 am isn't cute.

Not in the slightest.