Bobblehead has been up at 5:30 a.m. (aka the butt crack of dawn) every single day this week. He seems to think that as soon as the sun comes shining in the window it is time to wake up. Fun.
Want to know the bad part?
Bobblehead does not want a bottle. He does not want to bounce. He does not even want me to hold him. He wants to lay on the floor in front of the damn T.V. and watch cartoons.
What do I do while he gets his cartoon fix?
Clean? Nope. That gets saved until
Hubbs pisses me off and I angry clean. This happens
at least twice during the week and once during the weekend.
Watch cartoons with him? Oh hell no. Those cartoons are the
weirdest shit I have ever seen. You couldn't pay me enough to torture myself like that.
I am on the computer of course. I get my morning
babycenter and coffee fix.
Then about 7:30, Monk Man is up and we get in the shower. After that, we all get dressed and beautified. Then the boys finally go to
Nonnies house and I get to work around 8:30-9:00. By this point, I have already been up and in Mommy Mode for
at least 3 hours.
And
Hubbs wants to know why I am dead tired and bitchy when I get home and
don't want to do anything domestic (cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, etc). I finally crawl into bed around 9:00 P.M. and start the whole routine over the next morning.
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I am all about my routine. If something disrupts my routine (like
Hubbs getting up early or Saturday and Sunday roll around) I am seriously pissed and feel off the whole day.
Hubbs told me last night that I am a control freak.
*snort* Yeah, I know. So?
