Friday, I was exhausted. I had worked all night Thursday night and was up all day Friday with Christian. He wasn't fussy, he just didn't want to go to sleep.
By the time, Grandpa got home. I was worn out. I still had an errand to run, so I left "Little Man" with Grandpa while I ran my errand.
I had not slept all day. Christian had not slept all day.
This is what I returned home to.
What in the world did Grandpa do that I didn't do?
Apparantly he took a bottle and fell fast asleep with Grandpa, no problem.
Ah, but when I get home and move him to his bed,
very carefully,
don't jiggle him.
hold my breath and ease him into the crib.
He doesn't wake up.
Still barely breathing,I move carefully over to the couch to take a nap.
It's 4 p.m. and I have to go to work at 9 p.m.
I lay down, put my head on the pillow, close my eyes and
WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
Grandpa is laughing.
I really didn't worry about it too much.
I got up, picked the baby up, gave him kisses, handed him to Grandpa (who is still laughing), told Grandpa to wake me up at 8:30, went in my room, shut the door, curled up on my bed and promptly went to sleep.
Yeah, for Grandpa. Who's laughing now?
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