Of course the Easter Moose had to be there.
(Don't ask)
We survived the night.
Son#3 bawled for 2 and a half long hours.
He finally either understood that I wasn't getting up,
or fell asleep utterly exhausted.
Either way, I got about 3 hours' sleep.
It's Easter weekend and that should signal
all things good.
We're painting Easter eggs this afternoon.
Outside, the sun is shining and Son#3 and I will go for
a slow walk which matches my energy levels.
Have a blessed Easter!
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