My Friday night plans are to take a bath and read Us Weekly. More importantly, what I am not going to do for the half an hour I'm in the tub with my trashy magazine:

• Think for one minute about our sleep problems. Junebug absolutely does NOT sleep through the night; she doesn't even come close. When people used to ask me everyone's favorite question for new mamas, I'd dodge it by saying, "we all get plenty of sleep!", but I've stopped kidding myself. I'm not getting enough sleep, and it sucks. She also doesn't come close to falling asleep on her own, something I'm gathering other babies can do and I should be trying to "teach" her. But whatever -- without entering into the cry v. coddle debate, let's just say all of this sleep stuff occupies my brain FAR MORE than it ought to, and despite taking up so much space in my head, I've come up with no solutions.
• I am not going to worry about the work I haven't been getting done. Yes, I was in the office all week, but no, I have no idea what I did there. I'm not going to think about everything that I have to do next week because today is FRIDAY! THE BEST DAY OF THE WEEK! and I have a whole weekend with my little family and SCREW WORK. It'll get done eventually.
• I'm also not going to let my mind wander past the bathroom door to the rest of the apartment where mountains of onesies covered in (a) crusty sweet potatoes, (b) slightly-different-colored regurgitated sweet potatoes, or (c) sweet-potato-colored baby poop lurk in corners waiting for me to wash them (how you like them germs, CityMama?). We don't have a real washer and dryer (we have fake ones that plug into the wall and the kitchen sink) and doing laundry is an enormous pain in my ass. I honestly daydream about having a real washer and dryer and doing laundry whenever I want at least a couple of times a day. Maybe that's why I'm not getting any work done. . .

Now that I have purged all of these things I'm not going to think about, 4 words:

Calgon, take me away.