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January 13, 2005

No walk today.

Mom had her freezer die on her unexpectedly and she cooked all the food and brought it over before going to work so I got up way too early after way too little sleep last night and my day from there didn't get better.

I'm exhausted.

I think I need to get more aggressive about people not bugging my sleep or the baby's sleep.

I caught my Dad about to bang on the nursery window and I told him to cut it out. I HATE that he doesn't just knock on the front door. Why does he have to do that and disturb the baby?