6:30 p.m. is the time for multitasking.

Do I get bonus points for blogging around the clock and cooking dinner in between blog posts? Because I'm totally owning this right now. Just saying. I'll be gloating until I burn the house down, like the time I caught my crock pot on fire. (And not the way you'd think a crock pot would catch on fire. I'm just that special.)

Anyway, it's 6:30 p.m. and it's hard to believe the nighttime hours are almost here. They're always the hardest, at least for me, since I'm used to the exciting life of a mom with a toddler who collapses in bed far too early each night. Hoping all my new mom friends will be up for late night feedings and my aunt who always says she wakes up in the middle of the night for no reason feels compelled to give me a call (hi, Aunt Fran!). About now I'm wishing I had my 16 year old sister's energy, but I'll take what I can get. Like the Starbucks my sweet husband is on his way home with for me. Bring it on, nighttime.