This is pretty much sums up how I feel this this morning (without the naffy shoes).
I'm knackered, exhausted, sleeping with my eyes open....and I've had enough. I don't get sleep-ins. The husband feels he's entitled to them so gets to sleep in each weekend morning. Saturday is the only day where I might be able to grab an extra hour or so of sleep in the morning as Sunday mornings involve me getting up at daybreak to take Master 8 to football.
But no-one else seems to think that's a good idea. So even though Miss 4mths sleeps wonderfully late every other morning, on Saturdays - nope, up with the birds. The downside to sharing a room with your baby. Of course the husband sleeps through it all. I wonder if he'll sleep through me putting a pillow over his face.
Even copious amounts of coffee aren't really helping this morning. I wonder if I hid out in the laundry and slept on the pile of clothes on the floor anyone would notice I was gone?
