I thought on Sunday night that the hard work was behind us. Gigi's arrival had been the prompt Baleen and I needed to clean our apartment, part of our New Year's resolution (Organization! the child of Preparation!), but that was nothing compared with staying up to 9pm for the first episode of Downton Abbey's third season.
We hadn't seen 9pm since back in 2012, not even with Gigi in town, but we did it, fueled by two bars of Trader Joe's chocolate and reminiscences of the Crowleys and the arched eyebrow of the Dowager Countess.
Baleen was comatose by the time Matthew and Mary returned from their honeymoon (Spoiler alert!) around 10.45pm local time and asked for me to carry her the ten yards from the living room to the bedroom. Next week's 1 hour episode should be easier on the both of us.
We hadn't seen 9pm since back in 2012, not even with Gigi in town, but we did it, fueled by two bars of Trader Joe's chocolate and reminiscences of the Crowleys and the arched eyebrow of the Dowager Countess.
Baleen was comatose by the time Matthew and Mary returned from their honeymoon (Spoiler alert!) around 10.45pm local time and asked for me to carry her the ten yards from the living room to the bedroom. Next week's 1 hour episode should be easier on the both of us.
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