It's 11:33. Cooper is making noises in his room, and I just want to turn the monitor down and sleep, but I won't because I am not a monster. We are finally packed, and I even gave myself a pedicure, something I didn't think I would ever find the time to do again. Those first few days after Cooper came home from the hospital, I was panicked about someday regaining normalcy. But here we are, 10 weeks later (on Friday), having couch dates after the kids go to bed, cooking real dinner, and painting our toenails (not Ben). Thank goodness. I spent my day with Jack and Coop running errands, including a delicious reunion with Trader Joe's-- we have been going to a little local store instead and enjoying amazing local meat and a staggering variety of produce grown within 50 miles. I like it because we can get normal brands there, too, but the mainstream stuff is way marked up. Today, for example, I paid $8 for Tampax, but I also got some giant organic yams from like 10 miles down the road. I must sleep. There's a 5:30 alarm with my name on it.