This week I am changing things up a bit and instead of posting a picture, I am going to use words to “paint” you a picture of my life this week:
2 A.M. – A tug on my foot wakes me from a semi-deep slumber. It’s Big Trouble, staring me down.
Me: “What are you doing?!”
B.T.: “Mommy, I tired”
Me: “You woke me up to tell me that?!”
He goes right back to sleep; it took me an hour and a half. Well played, son; well played.