That pretty much sums up life with kids. Yesterday we "slept in" (oh how my pre-kids self would gag at the though of 7am being sleeping in), played, painted, cleaned, did laundry, rode bikes (in the house, it was -15 degrees here yesterday), and generally had a blast. Bentley took two perfect naps, Fynn took one that lasted for 3 hours and nap times overlapped for 1 1/2 hours of free-Mama time which I gratefully utilized to watch season 1 of ANTM on Amazon Prime because I could. (sidenote- I never realized just how awful-production wise-season 1 was). You know it was a good day because Fynn watch 20 minutes of tv all day when she's usually a screen-time monster of the insistent variety.
|Bumming it on the couch. All day.|
Today Drew's alarm went off at 3:50 so he could go plow. Right as I fell back asleep as he was leaving at 4:30, Bentley woke up... quickly followed by Fynn. I manage to keep them crawling all over me in bed until 5:15 when I gave up and we all got up for the day. No one wants to play today. No one wants to do anything. Fynn is determined to stay in her jammers and watch TV and I just don't have the energy to fight her on it. It's 1:11 and I feel like I've put in a full day of work. I'm just hoping and praying that Bentley sleeps for longer than 15 minutes and that Fynn actually naps.
I'm not holding my breath.
**Update: It's 1:41. Both kids are up and ANGRY. Joy.**