It's already been a rough day for Baby-C and I. I managed to drag myself out of bed bright and early for my morning run (we managed to squeeze in a good 3 miles...not bad!), get home make coffee, and run up-stairs to jump in the shower before Baby-C wakes up. When I get up stairs Big Daddy is still in the shower, and Baby-C is starting to stir. I rush Big Daddy out of the shower, jump in and dance around to avoid the cold bursts of water periodically surprising me as Big Daddy finishes shaving. All is quiet as I escape the shower and tip toe down our creaky stairs for a cup of coffee. (Did I mention I really love my old house?) Well on my way back up I hit a loose floor board, Baby-C wakes up, and I'm still in my robe. Did I add that we have to leave the house in 30 minutes?
Baby-C is in the 'don't put me down or I'll scream my head off and make the neighbors think you are pulling my toenails out one by one' mood, so I bribe her with cheerios in bed, my bed. I'm sure I'll find some between the sheets when I go to bed sometime tonight. We make it downstairs just in time for me to realize Baby-C's jacket is in the car, it is 48 degrees out, and we needed to leave three minutes ago. Being the bad mom I am we race to the car and do the jacket there (I really loved that quaint alley parking when we bought the house) and we're off, with just a quick pit stop at the coffee shop. One mocha for the baby sitter, a thank you for keeping Baby-C late this evening until Big Daddy can pick her up, and an almond latte for me to replace the revolting coffee I brewed.
I dream of a day of sleep. Me, Baby-C and maybe even Big Daddy, pjs, blankets, a fire going and nothing to do all day...hmmm, when can we schedule this in?
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