I’m too tired to be the grown up today. And I’m not even joking.
My poor Love Bug coughed all night again. I am happy for anyone who has had a toddler who has had a night cough to leave any tips, remedies, old wives tales, for me to try in the comments below.
I slept in very small increments and then a noise startled me. It was my alarm.
How on earth did that happen? Seriously. How did it all of a sudden become time for me to get up and face the world and be a professional, corporate grown up?
Who has to string more than one sentence together. And it has to make sense.
And it’s only Tuesday?
45 minutes later - after I’d stumbled out of bed, dropped my phone, showered, dropped my toothbrush, dressed, done my hair, dropped my hair straightener (are you seeing a pattern of exhausted clumsiness here?), fed the dogs and got Bubba’s lunch ready for daycare – I got Bubba out of bed. She had no interest in her bottle and looked as tired as I feel.
I hoped dressing her in her super cute new skirt today (another aunty purchase – this time one while I was actually pregnant!) might brighten her day. Once she was dressed I took a photo to send to her aunty. Standing at the top of the stairs waiting for me, she burst into tears just as I took the photo.
Then she fell down the stairs.
Mumma reflexes are amazing sometimes – I caught her just as her head hit the floor at the bottom, and given her lack of bump or bruise I think I may have just softened the blow. Then we both sat on the stairs and cried for a minute.
Being clumsy when she’s tired seems to be a trait she inherited from her mumma. Poor Love Bug.
It’s going to be a long day.