So I crashed on the couch this morning when I got home from work. I really truly wanted to sleep in our bed. But, alas, angry Toddler was lying horizontal on my side of the bed, snoring. I grabbed my blanket, drug it down the hall, and plopped myself on the couch.
I woke to the sound this morning, of AT screaming, "DADDY, DADDY". I knew that my husband was getting ready for work, which meant it was like 7am. Oh, oh no, this is way too early for me. The husband put the toddler to bed especially late last night so I could get some extra sleep. His plan did not work.
The toddler is extremely wild and hyper this morning. I swear, it was like he was eating candy in his sleep.
So Angry Husband's cellphone rings, can you wake me up even more... It's his co-worker, AH is late. The husband looks at the clock, 8am, what? I mumbled from the couch, ummmm, I think your alarm switched to Daylight Savings. AH shouts back, "Is it Daylight Savings?" I reply, "No, Congress voted to push it back this year. It's next weekend.". AH grabs his keys and runs out the door.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking, ok 8am is much better than 7am. I got to sleep in a little, 5 hours of sleep is better than 4. Meanwhile, the toddler is galloping up and down the hall. He's crazy.
I then call my parents.. "What's for breakfast?", I say. "Meet us at Ruby's, at 9am", my mom says. Yay, free food. I don't even think we have any breakfast-y food here anyway. We took Angry Toddler to breakfast last weekend also. He was pretty good for his usual self, I guess we will try it again.
Now, I gotta pick out an outfit for him. One of his many "Halloween" themed outfits. I decide on a lovely Gap shirt with Frankenstein, and Gap jeans. I have a slight obesession with baby Gap this Fall. I'm debating whether or not, it is cold enough for a sweater.