My head hurts. I’ve lost Noah’s homework. I can’t find a matching pair of socks for Tommy. I want to take the dryer apart and rescue all those lost socks. The upstairs is straight and the dishwasher is splish-splashing so I’m going to bed and stare at the nothing on TV, Arrested Development isn’t on tonight and the show that I secretly watch is still in reruns. Doug knows I watch it. He even bought season 1 for me so I could catch up on what is really just a soap opera. It’s embarrassing though because I am far from the target audience. In fact, on this show I’d be dead. Too much information. Goodnight till tomorrow when I promise to tell the past due Olive Garden story.