My day began (if you can say yesterday ever ended) with my darling husband refusing to get up and help at 4:30 this morning when our daughter got sick, because he “only had an hour left to sleep before the alarm goes off”. He’d been asleep since 11 p.m. Unlike me, who again, for the third night in a row was up nearly all night with the boy.

My day got better when the boy woke again at 5 to eat.

I climbed back into bed 2 minutes before DH’s alarm went off. Of course, he has to hit the snooze button.

Then, at 6:15, boy wakes up again to eat, and won’t go back to sleep (again), so I brought him into bed with me in the hopes that he would play or something, and I could drift off a bit.

Instead, he throws up all over himself, the bed, and me. Third time I’d gotten thrown up on since returning from SnB last night.

So, I’m up, and dressed. All my comfy jeans are in the wash, so I’m wearing my “skinny” jeans. It goes without saying that today is not a “skinny” day.

Oh, and today is also daughter’s 2nd birthday. Funny, I’m not in a mood to celebrate. It’s a good thing all the celebrations are planned for Friday and Saturday, and that she is too young to know that today is the actual day.

Can I get a do-over on last night? And this morning? Please?