God I am so tired

I wrote this post two days ago and saved it as a draft because I was going to post some pictures with it but I haven't gotten around to downloading them and I want to get this up before it is completely irrelevant.

I woke up this morning before 6:00 to feed baby Doodle. The routine is that I feed him in the early morning and then we both go back to sleep for a few hours. I feed him again and we're up for the day. So when I woke up at 5:45 I thought I would be able to get a few more hours of rest, but my father, who is back from Senegal (small country in West Africa) to meet and get to know his grandson, came upstairs to ask me to help "clear some brush" to make a place for the shed Uncle Doodlebug and he are building today. I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed, threw some clothes on, swept my hair up in a greasy ponytail and went out to drag small trees across the lawn to the side of the house where they will probably sit for weeks until Mr. Doodlebug and I get our act together and bring them to some weird place that takes shrubs and trees and weeds. Meanwhile, Mr. Doodlebug and Uncle D were at Lowes buying the supplies for the shed. It is 8 x 7 feet and ran us $600 in lumber and plywood (maybe plywood is considered lumber -- I have no idea). My father and brother have been building the shed all day. It is now 7:30 pm and they expect to work until the sun goes down and they can't see any more. I have made dinner and it is ready to be eaten, but we have to wait for the workers to be finished for the day, which is fine with me since we had a big, fatty lunch.

Tomorrow is baby Doodle's christening. I am not Catholic, but as I understand it he will be cleansed of his original sin of being born and will receive the first sacrament. Family and friends are coming to the church for the ceremony and then to our house for a party. The future Godmother and I went to Costco this afternoon to buy large quantities of food for the party.

I tried to take a nap in the late afternoon but couldn't sleep with the baby crying, nails being hammered, the saw ripping through wood and the phone ringing (it was Verizon seeing if we got our damn phone books).

I can't wait to go to sleep tonight.