Drowning in stationery

UPDATED: I FOUND IT! I have ten files named "Karen's work". It was in the 10th one. Naturally. I love writing paper. I love office supplies stores. I love cracking open a spiral bound writing pad and just going for it - whether it be note taking, brainstorming, journaling, 'proper' writing/drafting, to-do lists, anything. Unfortunately, I start a new one before the old one is half finished. I start a new one for a new project - and as I've usually got something 'cooking' I end up with a plethora of papers and disorganisation. Which bothers me today, because in one exercise book tucked away somewhere I THOUGHT I knew where, is Riley's birth story, which I was going to type up for the end of the week. But I can't find it anywhere. I did see it a while ago when I was searching for something else... Then I thought to myself, "Hey, didn't I type it up anyway?" A comprehensive search of all ten* of our hard drives proved that, alas, I had not. Unlike Keira's, which I had typed up within days of bringing her home from the hospital. Grrr! Cross fingers I can find it because if nothing else this will really peeve me off on a day when I don't need it. Why? Here's how my night last night went: Riley up at: 10pm, 11pm, 12.30am, 2.30am. At the last one, I'd had it. I picked him up and held him. This time he didn't even root for the boob. He just stared around at the room, bored. I swear, if he'd had a watch on, he'd have looked at it pointedly ("Come on woman, put me back asleep, time's a-wastin'"). I have succumbed to a minor cold, so was not in the mood for this, so put him down in the cot, and left him at it. Once he discovered I was NOT coming back, he proceeded to scream for the next 45 minutes flat. Then slept until 8.30am this morning. A miracle. Summary: Mission to locate certain notebook and sort out non-sleeping child still operational. Outlook: hopeful. *An exaggeration. We only have about five