Yesterday was a fantastic day!
It started with a much anticipated morning Canucks vs. Bruins game that actually ended with the right outcome. That one got me so excited and emotional I could barely move on the the rest of my day!
Next up, a first birthday party.
Then came a quick visit with a great old friend who was in town to coach hockey.
It ended going to watch said hockey game.
And then we came home to a quiet house - Rio straight to bed and the boys already sleeping care of the babysitter.
I felt refreshed. What a great day.
Then 12:30 am came and for some unknown reason Asher was up. And he would only go back to sleep if I was holding him. On me, closely. Not Jordan - just me. Now normally I love cuddling my babes. But not in the middle of the night (ok truthfully I hadn't gone to bed yet) when he is sweaty and cranky and won't settle.
A couple of hours later he was finally asleep between us. And by between us I mean he was on my side of the bed and I was precariously hanging off.
When he woke up crying again around 5, I literally jumped up, said "I'm out" and left Jordan to deal with him while I went to the couch. Asher fell directly back to sleep by the sound of it, and I tossed and turned on our short, skinny couch,agonizing over the 80 year old lady hips I acquired from my precarious position earlier in the night. To add insult to injury, Jordan and Asher are both still sleeping peacefully now, while I've been up with the other two for ages.
Now in my exhaustion, all I can think of is tomorrow Jordan starting 6 shifts, then heading off skiing with Rio immediately for two more days. Ugh.
It will all seem better after a coffee (or 4). Right?