Henry woke up late today, which, on the surface sounds great. More sleep for Mommy, right? And while that's true, it means that his naps are off schedule, so he's off schedule, so he's harder to get along with. Add to that my decision to clean the dreaded bathtub today, and John can't get home soon enough!
Seriously, why has no one invented a bathtub that doesn't get all cruddy and mildewy? I mean, people would pay good money for a bathtub that would clean itself! I would anyway. I hate cleaning the bathtub. It takes forever, and I can never get all the crud out of the bottom of it anyway. Stupid 1960s bathtub!
Add to that Henry's constant standing up in his crib when he's supposed to be sleeping, and it makes for one interesting day. Go scrub the bathtub a little, then go lay the boy back down in his crib. Repeat. Over and over and over again. He finally fell asleep on his tummy, and now he's back awake, after only like 30 minutes. The boy needs more sleep, and I need that dumb bathtub to clean itself!
Hope today is better!
Hope today is better!