Sometimes, I like to pretend I have it all sorted out. Sure, yesterday was a breeze where the little Lion ate all his breakfast, slept for three hours, snacked on new food, ate all his tea and was generally a delight all day. I felt like I was on top of things. What a perfect start to the holidays.
Today? Nightmare. Last night was a constant interruption between midnight and 4am. He refused to go back to sleep twice without a bottle. I muttered some obscenities under my breath. I caved. I dragged myself out of bed, exhausted this morning when he woke up. I consoled myself with the fact he would go back so sleep in a couple of hours so I could sit on the couch with a cup of tea, chuck on some Gossip Girl and recharge.
No such freaking luck. He won't sleep. He's beyond tired, and fighting me the whole way.
And, it's still cold.
And, Dane Swan didn't win the Brownlow.