The Never-Napper

After fourteen three hours of trying-to-knock her out with bottles, boobs, dance routines and a song about a gigolo that only works when Hal sings it, Fable finally fell asleep. And now I'm so exhausted I'm going to bed. 

Mama needs coffee. And a nanny. Preferably one who lactates because the whole human pacifier thing? Kind of over it, gotta say. 

Screw the coffee. Mama needs Stoli.