My sister asked me last night if I could babysit today. And for whatever reason I went to bed way later than necessary. I think that because I don't have to wake up early, I just postpone going to bed at a decent time. So I stay up late watching tv. Anyway, it took so much energy to get up and dressed to get to my sisters place, even a red bull couldn't help me. But that little guy is so cute, how can I not be excited to spend a few hours with him. We had a good time, we went to the library then to IHOP for lunch. I dropped him back at the house shortly before his older brother was supposed to come home from school, so I went and picked him up so he didn't have to walk the entire way home. Any time with my boys will make me feel better. However, part of me thinks I am starting to feel better in general. I'm so used to feeling like crap that I don't want to accept this. The countdown to see my T has begun because I don't know how to process all of this right now.