It may be late...but it's still Monday.
This is an actual text conversation between my sister and I. I need to point out that she is at work during this conversation.
I think at this point I told her she should go get some work done. She replied no, that she was "sitting outside getting some sun". Then sent me a picture of what a nice day it was.
I'm still not sure how she made it through the day without a nap.
Side Note: You couldn't pay me enough to do my sister's job. And...I'm actually putting this in writing...she's really good at it. My sister works at a daytime care facility for mentally challenged adults. It is, she put it, "not always berries and pancakes" (I informed her that I do not consider berries and pancakes a good thing) so she tends to enjoy the easier days. I just couldn't resist picking on her about how ridiculous this particular day seemed to be :)
So true, isn't it? This seriously made me laugh. This is sort of our life lately.
And I am certain that on at least one occasion I have had a toddler appendage in my face.
When I was pregnant I always said "No babies in bed!" just because it was a habit I didn't want to start, not because of any safety issues. But I quickly learned that it was the easiest way for me to "sleep in" just a little. And even though Grant sleeps quite well in his crib (and actually likes his crib), he's been having some issues lately and Husband is giving in. Big time. I'm very "let him cry it out, he'll stop eventually" (although after 3 hours of continuous crying one night I began to seriously doubt he'd ever stop) and Husband is very "I'd rather get crappy sleep than none at all". It can get a little tense in our house around 2:00 a.m. And it can get a little crowded in our bed with two adults, a toddler that can't get comfy...and then a dog that decides to join the party too.
P.S. Husband snores. Bad. It sounds like a freight train is coming straight through our bedroom. Usually after an hour or so of being elbowed I can get him to stop long enough for me to fall asleep. One night the snoring woke me up in the middle of the night (that's unusual) so I started elbowing him. As it turns out, Grant had been crying and Husband brought him to bed. It was Grant that was snoring...and it was Grant that I was elbowing. Oops.
