Not that it was out of the ordinary, but I'm frustrated just enough to write about it. Hum flight of the bumblebee in your head while you read for dramatic effect.
4:20 a.m. Wake up to a crying child for the second time. Nurse her until she is quiet and can fall back to sleep.
4:45 a.m. Realize that the baby is not planning to fall asleep. Kick the dog out of bed and let the baby play between me and the hubs in an effort to get a few more Zs.
6:30 a.m Wake up later than planned next to the sleeping baby who looks too comfortable to be disturbed.
6:45 a.m. Start to pump. Baby wakes up, the hubs changes her diaper and gets her dressed for daycare.
7:15 a.m. Run through the shower while the baby cries in the pack & play.
7:45 a.m. Baby's in the car seat while I pack her lunch. Drop a jar of baby food on the tile floor that shatters. Grab the dogs rush them outside. Struggle with Willow to get her to stay outside. Run back to the kitchen clean the mess of glass and fruit gook. Vaccuum.
7:55 a.m. Dart out of the house to get Izzy to daycare.
8:10 a.m. Head back to the train station. Catch the local just so I can sit down for a bit.
8:55 a.m. Glad I took the local because it got in before the express. Even more glad that I'll make my 9 a.m. meeting in time.
9:00 a.m. Get email that meeting is canceled.
Really?
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