Today seems like the LONG-EST day. Ever.
Carter was up at 6:30 this morning I know it’s sleeping in for other children, but it’s early around here. This day feels like it’s never going to end. Ever.
I’ve cleaned, done laundry, baked banana bread, watched my TV shows that were on the DVR, and even gone for a walk – and it’s now only 3:00pm. All while Mike played about five – count ‘em; FIVE hours of computer games. That’s a whole other rant which could be incriminating -the thoughts that have been running through my mind, so I best not post about it.
Carter is still going. Nap time this morning was a Godsend. Truly. He’s full throttle the entire time that he’s awake and it’s only going to get better from what I’ve heard.
And does that kid ever have his dad played? It’s so bad. Mike tries to put him down for a nap and Carter cries and holds on – like we’re selling him off in the underground black market of child labour. Mike always feels so bad, and can’t put him down. Played I tell you. Putty in his hands. That kid has a gift. (As I write this, Mike is trying for the second time to put him to bed). He’s just screamin’! Am I sadistic because I find this funny? *grin*
Don’t you find that husbands (or significant others) try and be such hardasses when it comes to bedtime, and discipline, yet they are such softies when they actually have to do it? Played. That’s my husband. Totally played. I should be bowing down to Carter; he’s only been here a year and has this guy down pat already.
Oh, and #10 of this weeks TT - let me say – SICK! I found a really old bottle under our bed. Not sure how long it’s been there… I was tempted to throw it out, but Mike was all “Don’t throw it out, just put it in the dishwasher, it’ll be fine.” So we’ll see how “fine” it is.
p.s. Mike’s gone back to get Carter again. I am in awe of this child.
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