Sleep...interrupted

I had a terrible night of sleep last night. Firstly, I was "so tired that I couldn't even sleep" (to quote from one of my favourite songs Runaway Train", then when I did, the 2 kids squeezed me relentlessly. Ryan relentlessly followed me everywhere, even when I thought he was in a deep sleep.

Now I feel like I need major recuperation. Chelsea & Aaron are now bickering over a set of clothes in the office which I changed Chelsea into cos she accidentally wet her uniform. They can never stop, really. I wonder when it will. 2 yrs, 5 yrs, 10 yrs down the road? I don't remember bickering with my cousins like that. Maybe like the taxi driver who drove me yesterday said, kids today are different from 20 yrs ago.

Gotta go, WHINING BEGINS!