And I blame Marc entirely, although I should blame Sam, and by extension, myself. Sam likes keys, and I used to give him my house keys (I know, even typing it points out how stupid that was) and (can you see it coming?) he lost my keys. So Marc and I have one set between us, and Marc wanted to go to the gym last night. He didn't get home until almost eleven and I had to wait up, with Samilicious (who stays awake to see his daddy), to let him in. Couldn't nurse him to sleep, even though he was so tired, because Marc was going to be home momentarily and I had to go downstairs to let him in.
Thank goodness for coffee. That's all I can say.