Last night (this morning?) I'm feeding my daughter essentially in my
sleep, and I'm having such helpful thoughts as...
-Oh my gosh, what happened to my skin?? It's all loose and dry - oh,
that's my t-shirt.
-I really need to talk to the person who put my daughter in my lap; they
put her at a funny angle.
-How did I get here? (No, seriously, I had and have absolutely no
recollection of getting out of bed, washing my hands, coming into my
daughter's room and picking her up. I went from sleep to being in the
chair with her, no clue about the steps inbetween.)
(I wanted to post this last night at 4 AM, but needless to say, I
couldn't click the mouse that many times)