I'm mad. Technically I should be mad at Noah. But since he really doesn't know any better (and he's just too cute to stay mad at) I'm just mad in general.
I'm sitting in my back yard. With Noah and the puppy. Lilly is inside sleeping. My watch just signaled its time for Noahs morning dose of immuno-supression med. But I can get inside to give them to him because the turkey shut the door and locked us out.
But I'm getting a head of myself.
The last little while Noah has been waking up really early and refusing to go back to bed. This morning he woke up at 530 am and proceeded to throw every tantrum imaginable. (He wants a bottle, he has a dirty bum, he wants to watch TV, he doesn't like this show, he wants to go outside, he wants to swing, he just likes to yell!)
Shane and I are exhausted and try to tag team him taking turns so Lilly isn't woken up too early like most days. She shouldn't have to suffer too.
And so here I am. On the day we should have been celebrating Noah's birthday. That got pushed back because Shane had no choice but to work (its a BIG day in the world of cell phones today). So he's working. Lilly is sleeping, Noah is swinging, the puppy is playing, and I'm sitting outside, hungry, cold, tired, irritated, and mad.
I should have listened to myself a few days ago when I thought about putting out a hide-a-key. Why do I always procrastinate everything??
Ahhhh!! Lilly just came to our rescue!!
Maybe things are looking up after all!
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