So, this weekend was the husbands birthday and as usual, I try and arrange something lovely. After a long week last week, I was really looking forward to taking the man out and spoiling him – cue the 2.5 year old….! So, Friday, Jazzy woke up a little hot and needed some magic Calpol. Drugs were administered and he was given to my mum as per usual on a Friday. He moped all day and came home Friday night a little bit worse and went straight to bed. To say we haven’t actually been to bed since Thursday night is NOT an exaggeration.
Up all night Friday night – well every 25 minutes with poorly J was not an understatement. Saturday was spent in dream world before collecting cakes from Krumblies (ummm) and then coming home for a changed evening of a Chinese Takeaway and our best friends round. I fell asleep just after 9:00pm mid movie and Jasper started waking from 11:30pm onwards. Again, at least i got 2.5 hours sleep before another night awake. Today will be spent cleaning, attempting to stand and being exhausted, ready for a full working week starting in less than 24 hours.
Just remind me, who said working was fun? Or having children? I’m exhausted, and prepared for anything today – but isn’t it funny, the more tired you are, the less you are concerned about the little stuff. For if the world caves in today – that is fine with me, as long as it leaves us alone!