Yesterday we squished approximately 75 crickets and dropped, maybe, 200 slugs in soapy water. For some reason all my (too small) bathing suits are in the babies' room and, in preparation for our vacation, I had to retrieve them to try bottoms on, so in addition to mass murder, I went into the almost nursery.* We did not fill out the adoption agency's application form. We did not buy groceries for the week. We did not go to bed at a normal hour. I then had dreams about finding insect infestations on our plants until I gave up and got out of bed at 5:15 this morning. I still didn't make it to work until 8:30. This is what functioning looks like.
*Tops are another story, although I did not get to nurse our babies I did lactate, my breasts are now about 3X their pre-lactation size.