Oh, I have been missing quite a bit of sleep with this baby of late. It's somewhat easier to deal with--I am quite accustomed to lack of sleep by now, but it does catch up with me after several days in a row.
So I was sleepily throwing some laundry in the washer this morning, when Ryan came up and said:
"I'll help you out, Mom!"
Errr? Was this a blissful dream? No. Was the child feverish? No.
He just . . . offered to help me and then proceeded to throw laundry into the washer! No, really!