I'd write all about how Imogene is so frustrated and feisty that she's screaming at everyone and actually laying down with her head against the floor in angst, about how it took me an hour to get her to sleep tonight. About how Bill is so stir-crazy and bored of TV since he's not allowed to read, and he's so ready to lay down and not be sitting upright all the time. About how we really hope he gets some restrictions lifted tomorrow at his appointment. About how Imogene took a few more steps today and this weekend, and stood herself up without any help twice today. About how Lily did fantastic at swimming lessons today and swam the whole length of the pool using just a kick board. About how we have such wonderful friends and family who have gone above and beyond to offer help and love and a listening ear this last year.
But I'm just too tired.