Good morning loyal readers and newbie readers.  I have been up since 3am.  Minnow is teething.  He is cutting teeth left and right.  He has a top molar and eye tooth coming in on the top and another molar trying to push through on the bottom of the opposite side.  Top it off with a bit of a runny nose and you have the makings for a disastrous evening.  Oh and don’t forget to add in the “I’m not feeling well” hubby and a 6 am spin class and you have the makings for a shitty ass day. 

Minnow woke up at 3.  Hubby was up getting a bicarbonate of soda and came in to tell me–who was sleeping–that the baby was awake as he crawled back in bed.  Seriously…I kid you not.  So, I went to see the little man who was screaming as though he was being eaten alive.  He asked to watch Spongebob and I am not one to give in to toddle requests hours upon hours before the sun even begins to consider rising.  Hubby insisted since said screaming baby was disrupting his attempts at sleep, lest we forget that Hubby is not feeling well. 

Minnow and I watched tv until it was time for me to leave at 5:35 for my spin class.  I go in to tell hubby that I have to leave…”Just put him back in bed.”  Okay but he is wide awake.  I carry Minnow upstairs and put him in bed.  The minute he is down he starts throwing everything out of his crib and screaming and crying.  I gather him up to bring him downstairs to sleep in our bed with hubby.  Hubby yells up to me “you have to leave.”  Like I don’t know this.  I hand off the baby…”I thought I said to put him in bed.”  I say good-bye and leave. 

I love my hubby as he really is a great guy, but this morning…ugh.  Thank goodness for spinning.  I was able to pound the pedals and work out my frustration.  Now what?  Maybe a few minutes of sleep before my babies wake up.