What happens on the day after a 2.5 mile walk and a night out with the girls that finds you crawling into bed at 2am? This.
Yep. Nothing. It’s raining and dreary outside and both the boy and I are just tired. He’s had just enough energy to frolic manically in ten minute spurts then collapse. You see, I woke Tater when I got home for a potty break in hopes that I could sleep in this morning.
Well. I didn’t. Not his fault, just my rather overactive biorhythms deciding that 8am was time to wake up. *yawn*
So, I’m tired and pretty much taking the day off. I’m not focusing on much of anything, just kind of in a daze, and I suck at naps.
Happy Sunday, folks. It’s the day of rest for some and definitely for me. The balance of the day holds nothing more than dinner, maybe a movie, and definitely a bath.