Tuesday, December 11, 2012
So in the weeeee hours of this Tuesday morning, I woke up to shrieking sounds resonating from Kate's bedroom. She shrieks more than she cries, so I wasn't alarmed. Stopping by to use the bathroom first, I made my way to the precious little shrieker and changed her diaper.
Mr. Rambler comes stumbling in, and I told him to go back to bed. He groggily said, "Are you sure? I'll get her." I confidently responded, "No, get some sleep while you can. I'll feed her." DH shrugged his shoulders and turned towards our bedroom replying, "If you insist."
I finished diapering the cutest little bottom in the world, got her bottle ready, and prepared to nourish my little Chunklet when it hit me . . .
It wasn't weekend. It was a school night.
Continuing to practically sleep walk, I headed to our room and woke up an already snoozing Mr. Rambler. "Honey . . . can you feed Kate? I thought it was weekend. Sorry."
Man, it's going to be a long week!