I skipped yesterday’s post. It was one of those days. The kind of day where you clean up cat vomit before you get your coffee. And then, as you think, “what a way to start the day,” you step in a doggie accident, just before discovering that your vacuum’s belt isn’t working. And it’s not even 7:30am.
The remainder of the day continued to go something like that. Ashley sensed that it was rough, and by sensed, I mean I texted her a few times. She came home early and sent me on my merry way to the local coffee shop, where I sipped a latte and caught up on my Southern Living magazines. I came home to a cleaned house, dinner ready, and baby in bed. Not to be outdone, Elia got in on the action and had her best night of sleep yet. Dare I say she slept through the night? Bed at 6:45pm, awoke at 2am but put herself back to sleep after a bit of tossing and turning, and then up at 5am for some nursing and cuddles. She woke for good at 7:30am. Totally impressive, right? I even felt good enough to get out and about with the jogging stroller and actually jogged instead of walked. What a difference a day makes!