This pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today:
I'm praying that someone takes a longgggg nap after yoga today because I'm dragging big time. Toby went to bed at 7:35pm last night, which is the earliest he’s ever fallen asleep. It was awesome…especially because he didn’t even cry when I put him down. So him going to bed early should be a good thing, right? Well it meant his 6 hour stretch ended around 1:30 so he was up then. Normally he doesn’t get up until 3:30ish now for a feeding so I tried to get him to wait until then but he was NOT having it. Let’s just say he definitely has some of my personality traits…he gets pretty frustrated when something doesn’t go his way. Long freaking night. SIGH.
It’s a good thing he’s so cute ;)