The following items do not mix.
One sick mom
nearly no sleep
Saturday morning
6 am
a husband who is headed off to work today (and thus can’t take over)
and one baby who wants to party.
I love my son dearly, but I can’t wait until he understands the concept of weekends.
It is hard however, to be annoyed when this is the little face that follows you as you pad around the kitchen even if it is 6:15 on Saturday morning.
