It's only been FIVE months. See how tired I am???
The best part? I really thought it was six months. I would have sworn on a bible that it was six months. I should have gotten a clue when Michelle commented that she was nearing her six months, and her son came home a month before Spencer... but it took someone showing me a calendar and counting with me for me to get it. So yeah. Obviously not getting enough sleep if I am losing the basic ability to count.
On one hand, I'm relieved that I just gained a month of my life back (although even five months as a family still blows my mind). On the other, I can't believe I could have made such a silly mistake. (Everyone laughing at me yet?! You totally can.) This means I'm going to make the most of this month... finish the nursery (finally!), send out the adoption announcements (finally!) and get at least one uninterrupted 14 hours of sleep... cause obviously I need it.
The moral of this story? Sleep deprivation is a bitch. At least I didn't actually bake the "6 month" cake I was planning on...