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wicked weaving

I started lying early. Boys, food, work, life, my stories snowballed until I realized that I couldn't remember what really happened. At the time (and about 426 times every day), lying seemed so much easier than telling the truth. Lies always make the liar look good, they always work in the liar's favor, they rarely result in conflict, and, after all, they were just "white lies" and they don't hurt anybody. At least, that is the lie I told myself. This is my attempt to set the record straight.

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Location: Federal Way, Washington, United States

Friday, March 03, 2006

The Dangers of Exhaustion

For the last three weeks, Andrew has neglected to remember that he is a good sleeper who stays asleep all night and sleeps for a good ten hours from the time you put him down. He has awakened at a variety of times from 9pm to 4am and has had trouble getting back to sleep once he wakes up. Needless to say, this has taken a predictable toll on the mental acuity of those living in our home; add in overtime at work for Justin and a night class at UW and we are close to complete insanity.

All this to try and explain why, as I stood in front of the mirror last night brushing my teeth I reached down and grabbed Andrew's pacifier. Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, Justin asked what I was doing. I looked up, confused. Questions of that nature are far to complex for my diminished mental state, but as I thought about it I realized that I was wondering if I would sleep better with the binky in my mouth.

It was hard to fall asleep through Justin's random guffaws - the binky didn't help either.

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