While Bump was changing her, Lula spit up all over herself and her dad. Bump finished changing her, mopped himself off and gave her a bath, all the while preventing Lumpyhead from burning down the house or gouging his own eyes out.
I was in the middle of a two-and-a-half hour nap. I woke up to find the evidence of what had obviously been a disaster. Bump said he was going to wake me up to bail him out, but I had only been sleeping for 45 minutes and he managed on his own.
Two and a half consecutive hours of sleep. Two and a half hours. Top that for a Valentine’s Day present, I dare you.
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Today, the on the official day of love, I am getting a vasetomy. In about 45 minutes to be exact.
Sure two and a half hours of sleep is nice, I'm about to become a eunuch.
If I manage to do any typing this evening you can read about the ordeal on my blog. (How does one balance a laptop and a sack of ice on their lap?)
I can't top it. Happy Valentine's Day. Now go get some more sleep.
Bump rules. That is true love.
Now THAT is better than anything.
Ah the dark times.
I remember them well.
Hope you're less stinky today.
two and a half hours of uninterrupted sleep is amazing, whether you're getting that during the day or night. I once met a lovely mother of two who, in sympathising with my non-sleeping-baby problems at the time, intimated that early on she was so sleep-deprived she'd secretly wished to get hit by a car so she'd end up in hospital with an excuse for some child-free sleep.
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