It is only twenty after nine this morning and I already know that this is not going to be a pleasant day.
The boy woke up at 5am for the 5th day in a row. He loves 5am. I love 6am. Why oh why can't he sleep another hour?? And there isn't time for a morning nap today because it is playgroup today. He is going to be some pissy.
Then right before Matt was heading out to work, the boy gave me a wicked head-butt to the nose. My nose crunched. Seriously. It crunched so loud Matt heard it. I yelped and ran to the bathroom with a bloody nose and tears in my eyes. It is now an hour and a half later and it is still so tender. I put ice on it, and so far it isn't swollen and no bruising.
*** run to catch boy....
As I was typing I looked over and there is my boy shaking his bottle of milk in the living room. Milk was all over. As I ran over he began shaking even more vigorously.
Anyone want a kid today? I will sell him cheap! Heck, I might even pay you to take him today!