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I'm thirsty. Really thirsty. Nothing is doing it for me either. I've tried everything. Water, root beer, coke icee (yum!), more water, sparkling grape juice, fizzy water. Still thirsty. Now also sloshing.

2. Henry's played with the sprayer on our kitchen sink so much lately that it now has the unfortunate habit of staying on. The only way to get it to unstick is to let the water run for a little bit. The current score: sprayer 4, Jenn 0. And I didn't even know it was a competition.

3. We are now in hour seven of getting the Christmas tree up, and that doesn't include the time we spent trekking through the freezing cold to pick it out, chop it down, and haul it back to the car, Griswold-style of course. After all of that tree-centric time, all we have to show for our efforts is a tree that's in its stand and decorated with newly purchased, lead-frosted, energy-saver LED lights, plus two strands of garland, one of which ends in a massive tangled knot that Henry and I finally gave up on and just tossed into the lower branches. Tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully with fewer commas.

4. Both men in the house have been gnoshing on veggie chips that have been seasoned with, among other things, garlic. Then they've spent time in my face, breathing on me. There's nothing quite like seeing an angelic three-year old giving you Bambi eyes, only to be greeted by the green stink of doom when he opens his mouth. Dave I expect it from, but not dear, sweet Henry...