what about me??

it's 8 50 on a cloudy sunny morning.
i heard lil tj at 6 playing in his bed. i rolled over and hopelessly tried to ignore him. at 6 30 i got up, changed him, and gave him a bottle and climed wearily back in to my bed. at 7 15 he was still awake, starting to throw a fit.
so i got up. we rocked in the chair and watched cartoons til he had had enough of that. then we moved to the breakfast table where i toasted us each a waffle, made the coffee, mixed him some cereal, fed him. cleaned it all up. started the dishwasher, emailed our realtor about some houses we wanted to see. and put lil tj back down for his morning nap.

big TJ is still in bed.

asleep.

i'm waking him up at 9.

of course he thinks he gets to sleep in b/c he's been away at work all week. but what about me? when do i get to sleep in? when the baby sleeps in. which is almost never these days.
hello??

i know. it's to be expected.

and to make it all worse i was up at 6 45 yesterday morning. and up til midnight. I WANTED TO GO TO BED DAMMIT! i tried to go to bed but big TJ was having SO MUCH fun watching the stupid bob saggit roast on comedy central(which i thought was very stupid and not very funny at all) every time i'd tell him i was going to bed he'd get all pitiful and act like it would be the end of him if i didn't stay up with him so i did. i did manage to drag him to bed at some point. but this is why i like to get to bed at a decent time some nights. (and not every night do i care, but last night i did) b/c it will be me up in the middle of the night or at the butt crack of dawn with our child.

GGGRRRRRRR!!!!

and now the baby is melting down in his crib instead of taking a nap so i better go take care of that before he tears his crib apart.