It has been a " reheat my coffee 3 times before I get to drink it" type of morning. Once again, after pooping his bedding into oblivion in the middle of the night, my Eli is home sick. What gives, people? If your child is sick, keep them home! That wasnt even the best part. No, thats a toss up between sitting in pee first thing because of a certain 5 year old who refuses to lift the toilet seat, or groggily stubbing my toe, all the while dripping breastmilk down the hallway on the route to get to the baby.
Thank the LORD its Friday.
I live for the weekends, where waking up at 7 am doesnt feel like such a chore and coffee is brewing before I even get out of bed. When a husband is home to kiss half of the booboos and occasionally change a diaper. When in rare moments of contentedness, I can sneak away for a bubble bath before someone decides its time for their daily constitutional. Fridays seem endless. Usually my husband will stumble in the door around 8ish, exhausted and boiling over with stories of his day, but until that moment, the natives are restless. If this type of morning were to happen on a Monday, I would probably forfeit the week, deeming it already unsuccessful and crawl back into my bed to mourn..but its Friday, and for that I am thankful.
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