I'm not quite sure what I was thinking.
I had nothing planned and the idea of not cooking supper (and therefore no pots and pans to clean up) was definitely appealing at the time. It's been a while (7 months to be exact) and I guess I had forgotten about the consequences so I threw caution into the wind. I ate pizza. Yes, pizza with cheese. It tasted freakin' delicious.
Things seemed fine and dandy until Leo woke up at 9 p.m. He was crying.
I couldn't console him so I had a plan - bring him into bed with me. Ryan's away so it's the perfect situation. At 10:30 p.m. he finally dozed off...... It was a magical moment and I think I actually drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. What an amazing feeling to sleep next to this little man. I was so happy. So in love.
Things seemed fine and dandy until Leo woke up at 2:30 a.m. He appeared to be puzzled at his whereabouts. He's not used to nursing in bed so that was a colossal failure. Things escalated from there and he went from sound asleep to fully awake about 3 times until I'd had enough. I brought him downstairs to his own room....
At 4 a.m. I was back in bed.
At 5 a.m. on the nose, Leo woke up again and thus was the beginning of another day. I tried getting him back to sleep but he had other plans.
Who could be upset with this face? |
P.S. I hate, hate, hate pyjamas with snaps. Zippers only!!! No snaps!!!!!
Oh... and when Leo's done using me as a milk factory I'm going to throw myself a Fondue Party! Every Saturday night until the end of time. I'm also going to drink lots of milk and lattes. Probably lattes mostly. :)