Chronically Sleep Deprived

The local classifieds have an entire section devoted to Home & Garden. I love browsing this section; the Farmer's Market, in particular, I love. Yesterday, out of curiosity, I decided to browse the ads under the "Fertilizer" heading. There were a few people selling their spreaders, a few bags of commercial fertilizer, and a number of farmers offering composted steer and/horse manure. Most the the farmers were either giving it away, or selling it very cheap - like $10 for an entire pickup load, which they would load for you. Completely reasonable, I thought. Then there was the rabbit manure. This lady was offering to sell her rabbits' manure. For $3 a GALLON. I'm tempted to call her. I imagine the conversation would go like this: Me: Hi, I'm calling about your rabbit manure. I have a few questions. Lady: Okay. Me: What do you feed your rabbits? Lady: Oh, it's completely natural food. Nothing artificial at all! Me: Oh, great. So, how o

We've been spending a lot of time at the rec center lately. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, the older two girls have swim lessons. We leave the house a little after nine, drive to the rec center, drop the two little ones off at daycare, get the girls showered, and off they go to swim lessons. Then I hurry upstairs to the cardio area and hop on a treadmill for 30 minutes. Then I meet the girls in the locker room, get them dressed, and go pick up the little kids from daycare. We generally go to the indoor play area for a bit (they have a play grocery store that Dylan could spend hours in, and an awesome indoor play structure) and kill some time before lunch. We frequently see the local firefighters working out at the rec center. They're easy to spot, since they all wear their "uniform" t-shirts while they're working out. I've always found it reassuring that they are there; it's a job you'd have to be in decent shape to do well, right? But I've al