4:47 am, Mommy radar goes off, eyes open, ears at attention. Yup, there's the tell tale wake up whine coming from the room next to ours. I jump out of bed hoping that if I can just get in there before he crawls out of bed, maybe I can get him back to sleep. No such luck. All I managed to do was instigate the mother of all screaming matches for "MILK". Pick him up, cart him in to the darkened kitchen, open the fridge (with no light since it burned out yesterday) grab the milk, fill the bottle, warm it for a few seconds and hand it to the obviously desperate and starving boy. Cart him back to his bed, and miracle of miracles, we got another hour and a bit of sleep. What does it say about my life that this small victory made my morning.
While this was going on I could hear the pup whining wanting to join in the fun. At some point during my 5 am mini nap with M the pup got off our bed roamed the house and left a present for me in the hall. So, when I finally crawled out of bed around 6:30, I open M's door to 2 dogs excitedly waiting, one toddler pushing past me, 2 cats running for their lives and a smelly present at my feet. Oh, and let's not forget my stupidly high blood sugars which I'm pretty sure is due to a continued lack of sleep.
Is there any chance for sanity today? I'm not so sure. The plan for the day is to clear out the kitchen. This is going to mean putting up shelves and anytime you throw in a project involving tools, hubby and I inevitably differ on our approach. As a rule it means a few cranky, snappy moments with someone walking away for a few minutes after saying "Whatever" with a hand in the air. I suppose it's better than not getting done though.
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