How I hate the.
Ever since I can remember I have hated Sundays, I really don't have much of an idea why they have always just been so blah.
This particular Sunday is draggingggg! It's 10:30 am and I'm ready to go to bed and it be Monday. I feel as if I've been awake forever, I didn't get a good nights sleep because seb slept in our bed last night. MISTAKE! He is the worst.
Somehow he ended up taking up the whole bed, laying lengthways across where my head should have been, digging his tiny evil toes into me and pulling my hair. It was horrendous.
Then he wakes up at 6am and starts digging around in my mouth and clawing and James' eyes.
J has his last day at the induction today so he had to wake up anyway, this does not mean I had too though. If he was in his own bed he would've slept until 7:30 ish and that extra hour of sleep is glorious!
He's also teething which sucks big time, I've been trying to clean the place up with a nasty baby around my ankles or in my arms. He will not go to bed even though I know he must be tired and would've already been asleep by now on a normal day.
Sometimes being a parent is tough, especially on Sunday's.
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