A. caught Cubby's cold with a vengeance and spent a miserable night on Sunday night trying and failing to sleep. Which means that I also did not sleep. He eventually gave up and went downstairs at 3 a.m. to prop himself up in the recliner to drain his head and watch terrible movies.
All of this is to explain why we went to bed at 7:45 p.m. yesterday.
I slept until 5:15 when Cubby woke up, and I feel pretty good this morning despite the early wake-up call.
So the lesson to be learned here: The secret to feeling well-rested is going to bed 45 minutes after my two-year-old. Swell.
P.S. I found my shoes. And an honest-to-God suit for Cubby, with a vest and everything. Perhaps I will favor you with photos of these items tomorrow. Try to contain your excitement until then.
2 comments:
Think of how much that 7:45 pm bedtime would suck in the summertime, right?
I'm glad at least it was dark so you could get to sleep easier!!
PS - I was at a party on Saturday night and all the parents (me included) started yawning at 10 till 8. Then we laughed, packed up and went home. Our partying days are DEFINITELY behind us.
Oh, Cubby at a wedding. That should be interesting! and fun?
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