Okay, first let me say that yesterday did get better. We had a nice afternoon, and a fun evening next door. Phil took both boys upstairs for their bath and a story, so I could relax a bit. They’re awesome.
The night was rough.
It was a late one for Cameron. He did wonderfully fall asleep on my lab, and I snuggled my sleeping love for a while on the comfy chair. But for some stupid reason I didn’t go to bed until well after midnight. Then minutes later Cameron started tossing and turning, but soon went back to sleep. Somewhere around two he yelled, but went back to sleep. And somewhere around three thirty again. Five am he woke up fully, crying that he was hungry, and he had to go pee. He was a sobbing unhappy mess, and soaked right through his diapers. I should’ve put him back in his own bed, but I figured maybe he’d sleep better with me and I’d actually get some sleep. Wrong. He tossed and turned and cried and kicked.
When he did wake up fully he wanted UP NOW. And he wanted me UP NOW.
Can you guess how cranky I am?
The Franklin disk is playing. Maybe he’ll let me doze a bit.