I am officially starting to fall apart. Things went a lot better than expected until Sunday. Monday morning it was obvious that I had started to fray. As of this morning I am officially falling apart. It is still more than 80 hours. How on earth am I to survive 80 endless hours with all the things I should do and a baby that thinks waking up mommy in the middle of the night is a fun sport? To make matters worse the gas tank light just lit up when I reparked the car. I hate having to get gas. I am clinging to my daily lists but today I even started crossing things off that weren't done yet and vice versa. Friday. Please. If you hear me...come quickly!