My husband says I should blog...
Him being away last week, and coming up this week, is so tiring. Looking forward to long days and dragged out nights. Bedtime by myself: bath, teeth, jammies, stories, sleep...More like, bath, "Noooooo, I don't want to." "You come here right now!" Crying, chasing, threatening..."O.K, now brush your teeth." "Why?" Convince, convince...Distraction, exasperation...Stories, followed by an hour of coming out of her room for a drink, a snack, to go to the potty, because she forgot to tell me something, to see whose car is driving down the street.
And the baby...
Well, I've just given in to sleeping with him, or, atleast, letting him sleep with me.
So, tired, I write my blog. About to go to bed after today of fixing "Handyman Jim" problems. (Handyman Jim being the "Handyman" of the previous owners.) Rolling our eyes and shaking our fists at Handyman Jim.
"Damn him!" we say...and say and say and say.
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ahhhhh, those days are the worst, i had a day like that last week and it funcking sucked. I have to say though, Naiya getting up out of bed for her myriad of reasons, hilarious, especially to see whose car is driving down the street.
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